The suckiest thing about being in a long distance relationship has to be saying goodbye. I’ve had to say goodbye to Gregory loads of times, too many times. And truth be told, once we got married, I never dreamed I’d be in the ‘sucky saying goodbye’ position again. I thought those days were over, but here we are.
Tomorrow Gregory has to go back to France. His three month tourist visa expires and we are still a few months out from the Green Card (but have no fear, things are really moving on that front… finally!). We could have opted to do this whole crazy thing called an Adjustment of Status that would have enabled Gregory to stay put with me here while we waited for the Green Card to be processed but after careful consideration, we decided not to confuse things (and by ‘things’, I mean the State Department) with the six, extra long, extra pain in the petunia forms that that would require (not to mention saving the $1100 it would cost).
So yeah, it’s goodbye time again, and that blows. For the past three months, without meaning to, we’ve been silently counting down the days, knowing that the goodbye was out there, looming. But this sucky, sad, goodbye time, I’ve decided to handle a little differently… I’m prolonging it!
Instead of saying goodbye tomorrow at San Antonio airport, we’ll be saying goodbye in twelve days time in Paris because I’m going back to France! How you like them pommes? À bientôt mes amis!
P.S. Of course I’m not just going to leave you high and dry with an ‘à bientôt’ like that! I’ll be checking in on instagram, twitter, and facebook while I’m gone so if you want to see copious shots of me and a Rosé glass, be sure to follow along. Also, some lovely ladies have kindly agreed to keep this space company while I’m gone so be sure to stay tuned…