The waiting is the hardest part

I get discouraged.


Mostly because I’m not a patient person.

Every day for the last three weeks, since we received our second Notice of Action from U.S. Customs and Immigration Services, I have been calling the National Visa Center.

When I get a positive response, our case number will be sent to the U.S. consulate in Vancouver and I will start the K-1 application process.

In the meantime, however, I have:

  • Hit redial on my phone or on Skype more than 1,000 times
  • Spent somewhere around 11 hours on hold, listening to hold music and voices telling me my call is important
  • Talked to NVC reps for a grand total of 48 minutes

K-1 visa immigration, united statesNone of them have good news for me. Instead, they seem to pull randomly from a list of times I’m supposed to spend waiting for my case number.

They say:

  • Four to five weeks
  • 25 business days
  • 35 days
  • 42 days

I chuckle before I hang up. I know the drill. I prepared for it off, where I’ve learned about the obstacles and expectations for this K-1 visa process.

At first, it was a chuckle of humour.

It’s becoming a chuckle of resignation.

I’m sure our time will come. The frustration comes from knowing other K-1 brides and grooms have received their case numbers. They received their NOA-2 around the same time as we did; some of them received it later than we did, even as recent as early October.

I know of other couples who filed when we did and they haven’t received their NOA-2 yet.

I know of brides who are waiting to escape war-torn countries or hurricane-ravaged lands.

I’m lucky. I was born in the greatest country of the world and I am separated from My American by only a border and a five-hour drive.

Not several time zones.

Not an ocean.

Not political strife.

It’s going to be so hard to leave, even though I know Canada is only a few hours away. (Note: I will endure several months of not being allowed to return, so someone will have to send me Aero bars and all-dressed chips.)

And yet I can’t wait to get there, to start my life as a married woman, to bring our little family together and plan easy camping trips and vacations.

But I can wait.

Because our time will come.

Now it’s time to start hitting that redial button.

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