Waiting game adventures
I know I am fortunate that my DACA is still active that allowed me to travel. I submitted my case already like many of us everything is up in the air and have been just watching paint dry.
I unfortunately suffered a panic attack during the first day of my vacation because I was stressed and was so afraid of the unknown. I was constantly checking my USCIS account for any silent approvals and latched on to any API movement like I’m neurotic; my mental health crashed and burned because of it. I cried while waiting to pay for lobster rolls (lol) with my parents who grounded and assured me things will be okay (I hope). I had a good cry that moment and did ease the pit that was sitting on my chest. I’m still confused and upset on why there are still approvals pending before me and why there were already approvals after me.
I went to Bar Harbor, Maine for the second time almost two weeks ago. The leaves were changing color and I had my fill of lobsters and blueberry lemonade until the cows go home. I did my first baby hike and walked trails that gave me some semblance of peace and appreciated nature. Saw a sunrise in Cadillac Mountain and harbor seals splashing about the Gulf of Maine. My wallet is crying but hey I think everyone’s in the same boat.
I’ve been just listening to St. Miss Dolly Parton (RIP)’s song constantly and I think it’s an apt song from all the bullshit going on right now.
Anyway, I love you all and let’s all be kind to ourselves (and each other).