If my life were a movie, at this point I would be the drunkard with no life, waiting for *that* moment which would change my life forever. And then it ends on a happy note, reassuringly saying that things won't be perfect but it would be ... Peachy from thereon out.
But it's not. This is the real world, where I've sort of done my part to make *that* moment happen. But it just won't.
And it's gotten to a point where I wake up every single day asking myself how much longer before I don't have to open my eyes anymore.