Green Card Interview

In 10 minutes, a car will come to pick me up. I'll be on my way to the Federal Plaza. Yikes!! I know it's a formality but my mind tells me I should fret and shiver with worry. I tried calling my parents, they're not home. My boyfriend - as usual "out to lunch" on important matters. Where is the "good luck" message? Maybe everyone else is aware that this is just a short stop on the way to the happy end. And I'm worried for nothing. Still...I feel like I am in one of those typical situations: I'm alone, somewhat mad that I am alone and channel my rage to a new level of power, standing up on my two feet and marching on... Yeah!