I haven’t been updating for a while. Getting ready for the visa interview has taken all of my energy, and whatever precious spare time I’ve had has been spend decompressing. But in the next week or so I will backtrack a bit and tell you about what happens in the final stages of getting ready for an interview.
But today I have something entirely different for you. Today I’ll let you know how the interview itself went. That’s right today was the day I were to find out whether my dreams would come true or my heart would be broken.
For the last couple of weeks I’ve been really nervous. Well scared might be a better word for it. I’ve been so scared that they would find some small (or big) thing that we would think insignificant, and that would be the end of it. You hear so many stories of people being turned down, about people who have to wait a really really long time, and about people who just don’t make it. Who end up throwing in the towel because of the stress this process puts on their relationship, or are forced to live in a country home to neither of them. You hear these stories and you think what makes us different from them?
Fortunately it turned out that we didn’t have anything to be scared about, we got the Visa. That’s right we freakin got it 🙂 I don’t know what made us succeed where so many others have failed. Maybe it was all my hard work that payed off, maybe it was the present memory of 9/11 and Mike being a vet. Maybe it was the look on my face when I told them about how we met. Or maybe we just got lucky and the lady was in a good mood.
So how goes it feel. Honestly I’m not really sure yet. I don’t really think it has sunken in just yet. I mean I’m happy and once in a while I catch myself with the biggest grin on my face thinking about it, and there were poorly containers tears at the embassy when the lady told me the visa was approved. There were tons of jumping up ad down and hugging my friend Annette who was waiting outside the embassy. But after that was was mostly a weird vacant feeling. I’ve spent the last months with constantly having some pressing matter to attend to, and all of a sudden it was all over. And I found myself not really knowing what to do with myself. But every 30 minutes or so it hits me and I turn to Annette and say something along the lines of “Hey, do you know what just happened today?” she’ll say “No” and I’ll say “I just got a visa!” “Really” she’ll say, “I don’t think you told me that, when did that happen?” Some variety of this conversation has probably happened 10 times in the last couple of hours.
Today is the morning after and I still feel like this. You’d think that an event that’s going to be so entirely life altering should leave you with a more profound feeling afterwards. But I know it’s only natural, that some events are just too big to fathom.
Right now I’m on vacation, I’m enjoying a couple of well deserved days by myself, with nothing on my to-do list but relaxing. I assume that once I get back and start a new to-do list to organize the moving and saying goodbye to friends and family, it’ll slowly start to sink in. But i don’t think it’ll really hit home before I’m there with him with all my stuff, just going about living every day life. Then one day a couple of months in we’ll look at each other and say “Holy shit.”