Learning to Adapt

I was so silly to think and believe that attaining the end goal would be a smooth process. Let me tell you it has become everything but.

I got to talk to the attorney today, we have to make another appointment to go back and see an immigration officer. I was at school all day today, and called her during my break. She explained that we had to get an appointment through infopass. If we wanted her to come with me again, it will be $500. I asked her if she could explain to me what infopass is, and if I wanted to do this on my own what it would require. She said, give me call back if you want us to assist you with this, ie pay us the $500 and we'll do the work for you.

My frustration peaked and I've been on the verge of crying all day . . . the times either of my parents try to talk to me about it everything gets loud in my head and I start talking very loud . . . yelling at them. I'm frustrated and angry . . . maybe I'm just being over dramatic. . . hopefully sleeping tonight will give me some time to simmer down and tomorrow I will attend to this matter.

There's no way we're throwing $500 at the attorney to go sit with us, it's nice to be a lawyer . . . and people love to criticize how many undocumented people there are, this is just the tip of the tip of the iceberg! Most people can barely afford to live in a cramped apt. . . I am so damn blessed. I cannot wait to be on the other side of this.

I hope to have simmered down by tomorrow, and will have this matter figured out by the end of tomorrow, MYSELF without an attorney.

DEEP BREATHS go a long way . . .