What after submitting an I-129F is like:

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You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear toward a most useless place.

The waiting place…

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

"Oh! The Places (You'll Wait) To Go!" - Dr. Seuss

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I'm finding that the worst thing about The Wait is that I have a really hard time enjoying the things I normally do, because I keep thinking about how much better it would be to be able to share it with my fiance.

If someone else had written that a year ago, I would've told them "Get out there! Enjoy life! The time will come soon!"

How much things change