When you’re an adult your summer vacation is the last Monday in May and the first in September. You may also get off a day in early July depending on the day of the week Independence Day falls. We get screwed with a lack of real summer vacations after school is over. Only teachers and NHL players get the summer off as adults along with a few mall Santas who don’t double up as lifeguards in the warmer months.
This summer was a particularly great yet grim one. The fiancée visa process moved along faster than Jenny and I originally expected and we’ll bee together sometime this fall barring Donald Trump ceasing power early.
None of this changes how incredibly tiresome the summer was otherwise. The weather has been generally cooperative. I can’t say the same about my longing for Jenny.
Each day is an hour glass. We’re waiting to get past it and into the next. Jenny’s interview is in three weeks, only two days before we celebrate three years together. The unique part about our relationship is of course the fact that of those three years only three weeks have actually been spent together physically breathing the same air and smelling the same farts.
It will take until the year 2020 for Jenny and me to make up for the time we were in a relationship half a world away and unable to actually share a roof. By this point Barbara Walters and people with great vision will make a comeback. At least this is what I predict will happen in 2020.
Life is on hold at the moment. We’re in season two of The Walking Dead. At least we have some firm dates known to us and a good approximation as to when we can finally kick start a full life together. We’ll get married before 2016 ends. We have a wedding to plan and no real idea how to do it. My guess is it will end up less like a big theatrical one and more closely resemble the impromptu one in Independence Day. Hopefully, with any luck, Jeff Goldblum is at ours too.