last leg

Finally, I am cozy in my hotel room in downtown Montreal. It took me 14 hours to get here from British Columbia and my feet are killing me. Yet the next few hours will determine the real outcome of the wait that has lasted eleven months.

A few hours from now I am going to face a US Consul in the Embassy. He or she will be interviewing me and determine if I am fit to be awarded a visa to move to the USA and be with B . 

We did our paperwork, we've submitted all our requirements, I have read online forums to mentally prepare myself, I've checked double checked and triple checked the mandatory requirements. I am ready. But you know me, I am stretched inside and ready to snap from the mental stress and nervousness that I am feeling.

Everyone says I'll pass. But my twisted brain refuses to accept this. Yes I may pass, but there is a possibility I will fail it too. No one really knows the final answer until the Consul says it tomorrow. And so I sit here in the hotel bed waiting for my  B to come home from work so I can pillow talk with him and hopefully sleep soon. I am mentally reviewing the steps I have to do tomorrow and visualize the inside of the embassy so I am able to complete the task as soon as I can. I have a plane to catch back to BC so I am hoping to finish the interview by 9 AM. 

Tomorrow is the big day. I feel the competitive side of me push the pessimism and fear aside and I see the words form in my head now... "Bring it on!”