We feel like we live in a retirement village. We hardly ever get out of the compound unless we need to go to the grocery store, we jump up to see who's coming into the gate, hoping it's for us. We check the phone our agency gave us to make sure the battery hasn't gone bad or we haven't missed a call.
Our internet has been out so I'm using a neighbors computer. At this point, we are "patiently" waiting to be seen by the immigration director so our file can be passed to the guy who will actually sign the exit docs. Yesterday we went to meet with him, but he left shortly after so we are to go today....or sometime....in the near future.
Della is doing great, loves to horse play and giggle, eats very well.
No comments:
Post a Comment