Wait

Friday, August 26, 2011

Not much is happening with us today.  We are afraid to go anywhere, not that we have somewhere to go but we are even afraid of going to the grocery store.  The hotel van takes us to the DHL office so I can sign the right over to pick up the response packet to dad.  We talked it over last night and there are a lot of people in the hotel who have been waiting 3, 4 even 6 weeks for a response and there is no way we can afford to stay that long in Juarez.  Hotel is expensive and the few affordable places in town are not safe for a woman alone since no once can stay with me here another 3 to 6 weeks.  Together we decided that it is best that I return to my grandparents back in Zacatecas.  When a reply arrives in a few weeks it will be dad who will have to come to Juarez alone to pick up the response.  If I am approved then he will call me and tell me to get on the next bus.  If they ask for more time or more evidence then that will return to California and I will have avoided an unnecessary and unpleasant 18 hour bus ride. In the mean time all we have left to do is wait, call and check the websites for updates.  I am not thrilled about not being able to go back already; although I knew there would be no response for a while part of me was hopeful that I would be home in time to celebrate my first wedding anniversary with my husband.  Dad and I go back to the hotel room and pack, preparing for a departure tomorrow morning.