Before I write another word, first let me say this…
Okay, so I haven’t been updating this blog lately mostly because of how the process has murdered my soul. Honestly, if Stefania and had dime for each time either of us were asked, “When are you getting married” we could’ve just bought a damn country, moved there and gotten married.
We’d call it, “Freedonia”.
Stef and I waited almost a year to see each other (I last saw her Christmas of 2009) because we were waiting for the Visa Petition to be approved. That way I could join her on her trek to Naples for her interview with the US Consulate.
Of course the stress became too much and we caved. I couldn’t bear the idea of not seeing Stefania for a solid year, so I bought a ticket on December 3rd I hoped on a Swiss Air jet to Milan, a mere three weeks shy of Christmas 2010. I just got back in town yesterday.
Needless to say, the trip was fantastic! This blog was to be supposed to be about that adventure, however instead let me skip waaaay ahead to one of the last things I said to Stefania as she dropped me off at the airport to return home…
“What are you crying for? That damn letter from the Government is probably in my mail box right now. I’ll be buying another ticket in a week.”
Of course I didn’t believe that garbage. It was a little white lie, said to make yet another airport drop-off a bit more bearable.
I get to my desk today and catch up with my boss/friend, Aaron. Upon talking about the frustration of waiting for the government to tell us when we can get married, Aaron says… “Hey! I got mail. And there’s a letter from the Government for you!”
I didn’t get too excited. With my luck, some politician I sent a effed up letter to figured out a way to get my old ass drafted.
But glory to God, Christmas has come early!!!
It was an I-797 Notice of Action: APPROVED!
Um, Santa, could ya hook a brotha up with a ticket? I have to get to Napoli, yo!