Please forgive the title. It’s the best I could come up with in my current state (a little drunk and a lot tired).
Tonight I sit, for the umpteenth time, in the Lazy Dog Saloon in the Comfort Inn in good old Cross Lanes, West Virginia. I’m no soothsayer, but I promise you I won’t be getting a whole lot of sleep this evening. I never sleep a whole lot when I’m on the road, but tonight is a little different.
Normally I suffer from a little condition I’ve dubbed ‘I don’t wanna wake up tomorrow insomnia.’ Simply put, I know that as soon as I drift off to sleep in whatever hotel room I’m currently referring to as home, I’ll have to wake up and drag my ass to the power plant. So regardless of the extensive physical exhaustion, and the fact that I’m fully aware of how much I’ll regret it the next day, I’ll lay in bed until the wee hours of the morning watching reruns of Tosh.0 and playing cell phone games.
But, like I said, tonight isn’t just the same old thing. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I’m excited to hit up the Amos sation tomorrow to replace some surface mount resistors on our CO ILX circuit board, because I’m certainly not. Tonight, at around 3:00 am local, Ms. Müller will be sitting at the American embassy in Frankfurt, Germany interviewing for a tourist visa to come to the good ol’ US of A.
If she gets it, she’ll come out here on September 2nd, and stay until sometime next spring before returning home to continue her studies. Around 7 months. I’ll have like, something resembling a normal relationship with the most amazing girl on the planet for 7 months. I’ll have someone waiting for me at the airport after these little stints on the road. I’ll have someone to hold at night, and someone to wake up next to in the mornings. And what’s more, it won’t have the pressing expiration date that has marked all of our time together so far. If she doesn’t, I’ll cry. And I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to remove the ‘borderline’ from ‘borderline alcoholic.’
It’s not often that I can point to a single happening as something that will make or break the next several months… But, this is one of those times. In a shade under 2 weeks, I’ll either be coming home to the same old empty apartment stocked with DiGiorno frozen pizza and Fat Tire, or I’ll be coming home to her. Holy shit. Nervous doesn’t begin to describe it.
Now, neither of us can think of any reason why she’d have her visa denied. She’s a young, intelligent, English-speaking German girl who’s set on becoming a teacher. And as far as I know, she’s kept the terrorist plots to a minimum. That said, as soon as I wake up tomorrow I’ll be pawing for my phone to see whether this lonely existence of mine, an existence that has grown nearly as tired as I am, will continue for the foreseeable future, or if I’ll make the happiest trip imaginable to DIA in just a few days…
Here’s to hopin’.