Today, like many other days, I woke up not knowing where I was. Six long months since I moved to Albany, my subconscious is not yet "habituated" to my new environment. This is very telling. It speaks of the slow progress I am making in adjusting to my new life here.
One cannot really begin to adapt to a new environment unless one is really out there. And that's exactly my problem: I'm not out there. I'm really actually boxed in, languishing the days away inside the four corners of our apartment. Inasmuch as I want to put an end to this inertia, my house arrest is not 100% self-imposed. It is, to a large extent, a function of my immigration process. Coming to the US and settling in on a K1 visa is a long and arduous, step by step process and I have no choice but to abide by the sequential order of things.
So I made checklist of what I need to do to make myself an independent, mobile, and productive human being again:
1. Get Married check
2. File for Adjustment of Status (Green Card) check
3. File for Employment Authorization check
4. Apply for a Social Security Number waiting
5. Get a Driver's License
6. Find a Job
7. Buy a Car
8. Start Working Again!!!
So you see, I am only in Step #4. I may be months away from Step #8. I worry that I may not even have a job before the end of the year. There are times I feel life is passing me by and I am stuck in this rut, slowly decaying and desperately trying to claw my way out to survive. Yes, I am restless. I feel so unproductive. The economist in me is trying hard not to calculate the opportunity cost of my forgone earnings because I know it would only make me feel worse.
I don't want to beat myself up for this and wallow in self-pity. I only wish that I could see some glimmer of hope that the tides will soon change in my favor. Uncertainty is the enemy of planners. I yearn for visibility. A job interview would be nice.