The Waiting Game Begins

The biometric appointment was quick and painless, thanks to the fact that I was able to upload them beforehand. The only complaints about that day were that I didn't know where it was and I ended up misdirecting my husband and I. I ended up walking 7.5 miles and getting sunburnt. I got heat exhausted and sunburnt. My appointment was at the Sopra Steria building near Birmingham International. It's been almost a week since that appointment now, and the only thing I need to do is wait for a response. Naturally, I'm dreading the possibility of it getting refused. I'm scared to make long term plans and bookings for the future, in case it does get refused. At the same time, though, I can't help but also feel confident that it will be accepted. I'm at the same half-and-half limbo that I was in last time. It isn't fun. My adrenaline oftentimes kick in randomly whenever I think about it; if I accidentally wake up at 7am and this happens, I struggle going back to sleep. My husband's incredibly confident it'll be accepted. I just wish I had that kind of positivity.

I may just finish the entry here because thinking about it makes me anxious and restless. It's oftentimes a struggle to relax, because my wandering mind will start thinking about it. I need to keep my mind constantly engaged in other things.


Also Happy Independence Day to my American readers!