Steady, men. Steaaaaady…
First thing tomorrow morning, I head to Montreal to complete the interview portion of Dan’s and my immigration case. If it goes well, we both could be back in the U.S. by the end of the week. If it doesn’t, we’re pretty much back to square one.
It will go well. Of course it will go well. All of our paperwork has been approved up to this point, we have an excessive amount of proof of our marriage, and, wonder of wonders, we actually are a legitimately married couple. Whether that’s enough now rests entirely on the decision the visa officer that interviews us makes. There’s a special brand of worry that comes with the knowledge that the outcome of such a big part of your life is completely out of your hands.
Regardless of how the next few days go, it’s going to be fine, I know (because, really, if we can’t be positive about this whole crazy experience, then what’s the point?). I just probably won’t be able to exhale until Friday.
You guys should totally take a honeymoon when you get back. Something in the US where you can revel in the domesticity of it all
It will go fine, of course. But until Friday, I’ll send some extra exhalations your way.