For anyone interested in reading about my experience:
Ohmygosh was it a most unceremonious and terrible experience to start. Well, pretty much the entire thing. (It was on Friday June 14)
I went to the San Francisco immigration building. (444 Washington)
Got there at 8:20 for our 9am call.
I went with my partner.
We started chatting with the person behind us in line who was immigrating from Lebanon. He had a most horrific story, but was so happy to finally be getting his citizenship. It was so festive in the line outside. I wore my three fabric leis (red, white, and blue), and felt really happy.
The line started to move, and when we got to the door (we were just a few people behind the start of the line), the security guard shooed my partner away, "NO GUESTS!" I just about lost it.
"But I checked and guests ARE allowed."
"NO GUESTS."
"But but but...this is a CEREMONY!"
"Miss, step aside."
"I will NOT step aside, and he's coming in!"
Well, I had to go in by myself, and my sweetheart said he'd go to a cafΓ© nearby and wait.
I burst into tears inside in that line to give up our green cards, hand in our paper, and get our certificate. I had imploded. The room not only had that awful, and even worse than DMV vibe, but each person I passed told me the same thing. "I don't know about guests." "Whatever the security guard said outside." etc.
As I went through the motions, tears rolling down my face, the lovely man next to me that I had been talking to, finally noticed that other guests WERE being allowed in from the side door on Sansome, and that I should run up to that desk right there in front to the side and ask for my partner to be allowed in as well. So I did, and there was a form to fill out and i asked for it (it was right there on the desk, a short form), and the stern woman sitting said it was too late, and the nice woman standing said to text him to come.
I did, and when he arrived at that door, that security guard needed that form, that they would not give me. And so on. So Kafka-esque! Finally a young man ran to the back and brought him in. They held up the ceremony through all this madness, and when he came in, I left my front seat and went way to the back to sit together.
The pleasant woman talking to us from the podium had her mask on, no microphones, and we could barely hear her, especially through the swearing in part. I just a started laughing.
Laughter is my stress reliever.
Then there was that video welcoming us from President Biden.
I asked about where to start my [assport application and register to vote, and they pretty much gave us no info except "Go to the post office".
They certainly were not prepared for much.
A few photos taken by the podium holding my certificate and out we went.
I'm just coming down off that headache and neck tension I've had since Friday morning.
So I've been chasing around to find out about getting my passport ASAP as my mother is in Montreal and in hospice. To find out I was RIGHT there around the corner from the agency is a smack in the head, as we left, got back on the ferry to the boat where we live in SFBA, and then drove back to the Sierras where we are building a house. And now i find out I have to make my way back to downtown SF to apply for am urgent passport to be allowed to leave and re-enter the country. I feel so trapped at the moment.
Land of the free? I'm beside myself with grief and disappointment.
I'll get through this, and I am better today than yesterday, but wow!
I did go to our local social security office yesterday and that was quick and simply to change my immigration status. Phew!
/rant