I may scream. I think I have notarized, “re”notarized, and “re” “re”notarized the post adoption letter, the singles statement, the settlement statement for my home, my passport statement, Form I-171H cover letter, and divorce decree. Kaitlin (my incredible Gladney social worker) has been a champ. She keeps finding an error in the documents after I have confirmed them via email, taken them to the bank to have them notarized and mailed them to New York. It is completely my fault. The last time, I simply forgot to shred the unapproved packet and mailed her the notarized copies of the wrong set (after successfully shredding the correct set). She is finally to the point that she literally just emails me the new docs and says, “they should be all set now, just review them and let me know if you have any questions (otherwise go ahead and sign/notarize)”. I finally went back to see my new friend Dawn at Steele Street Bank. I have been in so many times during the past few weeks; I brought her two Starbucks Cards just for putting up with my insanity. It’s amazing that I can run my own business but I can’t seem to edit a single word in a letter or keep the correct packet of information. I guess we all have our strengths.
So, I will take all of the above mentioned documents back in to Dawn tomorrow (along with the new Post Placement letter and Single Woman’s Statement as recently required by Nepal) and try to get them out the door and on their way back to NYC. At that point, we are just waiting on the I-171H. Once it arrives (should be within the next two weeks), I will apparently email the embassy and request my guarantee letter. Once I receive that letter, my dossier will be ready to ship. And then we wait…. and wait… and wait some more. At this point the wait must be more painless than the paper trail I have managed to royally screw up. Oh well. I guess this is just one tiny step in this giant journey. At least I still have my sense of humor.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009 | Posted by Laura Love-Aden at 9:18 PM |