Every time I ask myself "why did I do this", I literally remember that my support system/BFF/husband couldn't come to live with me for at least two more years. And the US isn't the greatest.
When I went back earlier this year, I had bad reverse culture shock. I romanticized a lot of my memories of living there lol
But yeah, the visa process officially turned a chunk of my hair white. Found it yesterday as I was attempting to do my makeup.
I can't imagine how frustrating that was for you. But hey! Good result at the end!