“Are you kidding me?” I literally just said this. Today Victor went to go get his new passport so that we (I) can fill out his application for a visa to our wonderful country. (Sarcasm intended…)
So, let me tell you a little something about the application for a visa:
You can’t just fill out an application for a visa like you might other applications. I have filed in the past for the girls’ American papers (i.e. the report of birth abroad). I have printed the other applications that Victor needs to be able to join us in the U.S. That’s the key in many applications. You can print them. You can see what they require. You can work on them, then return to them.
Not this lovely application.
First of all, you have to ask if you can even file the visa application. I literally had to prove that Victor and I are married enough. I spent the fall preparing that paperwork (asking for affidavits from friends who have spent time with us, making a photo timeline of our lives as one, compiling a PILE of papers that are requested by my country, etc.). THEN, I scheduled an appointment in Monterrey to present my paperwork and file the i-130 (Petition for Alien Relative). The man we met with (an agent from Homeland Security) was the best part of that visit. He was a gentleman–and a very kind and helpful person. I imagine that by the time people get to him, they need someone kind and helpful…
My process for this was much quicker than most applications, because I am filing from Mexico. The application was approved and the case was sent directly to Juarez. For many applicants in the U.S. they wait on this first step for MONTHS. I received notice two weeks later that our petition was approved.
So, my friends… at this point, I began waiting. Because even though our application was approved, I still needed the official letter in order to begin the application for the visa. So I thought.
Nope. Victor needed a new passport. More waiting.
Today he got his passport, so I continued the application. Another roadblock.
Let me tell you: you can’t even preview the application to see what you need online. You receive access page by page. So, I get to the page that asks for address. Not just the address for where we live now. Not just the address for the last five years. No, they want all the addresses from the time Victor was 16.
16 YEARS OLD!!!!!!!!
How many people keep up with all of their addresses for 20 years?
Oh, and to make this application SO much fun: the website logged me out twice, and neither time would it save what I had added. AND it won’t let me save the addresses that I have access to, then add the others later.
Guys, you need to know this: Our country does not make it easy for people to immigrate. It doesn’t even make it easy for an American citizen to register their own children as Americans.
Do me a favor? Stop saying, “It’s okay for people to come to the country, as long as they do it legally.” Unless you have been through this process, you. have. no. idea.
I am ready to toss my teaching license down the shithole (a proper use for the word–as I am not referring to anyone’s country, but rather the commode that you shit in), and chill as an expat for the rest of our lives.