I think makes me feel better.

It's 11:44pm on Thursday night. I meant to be sleeping almost 2 hours ago, but instead I made a final - okay, three final - checks of the I-129F application. I found one typo which changes my morning timeline. My dad sent me an updated letter of support to include, so there'd have been more hole-punching and assembling anyway.

This journey back to college application times has been great, but I cannot wait to get this puppy in the damn mail and get going on the waiting.

According to the above link, the average wait time from filing to interview (ah, the United States Department of State: the promised land) is 212 days. Based on a 30 day month, that's 7.33 (with that little line over the 3) months. That's about what our lawyer said too.

In other news, the laws of man are negotiable, but we're going to have some laws of god issues. That whole "let no man put assunder" clause - turns out that's important. I'll save the plot twists, but I'm feeling the need to start letting go of my vision of getting married at my church. They'd probably have been booked anyway. It's bothering me more than I expected, though I can't say for sure why yet. I know it is partly because Sacred Heart was the one part of my wedding day I was pretty sure about - unlike, well, everything else from dress to food to size. But our guiding word has been "faith" for quite awhile now and I'm not going to ditch it now. There's always a way.

If Elvis marries us through a drive-in window, the meaning of what we're doing won't change. We marry each other. Like in that first stab at a wedding in Much Ado About Nothing. Maybe not the best example given how well that ceremony went, but you know what I mean. Or you don't and you should call your lit prof and apologize.

Now to sleep. Tomorrow to the post office.