How sure are we about this Bella Vita nonsense?

{  Our delicious homemade pizza—who needs Italy?  |  June 2013  }

Y'all. I am feeling completely despondent and sick to my stomach—this time, not physically, but emotionally. I'm so over not knowing where we're going to end up, but even more over the stress of dealing with all these bureacracies.

That Italian Consulate appointment that moved up? It's next week. And we're still missing one document. From a federal agency. Which has informed me it won't be here in time.

And knowing those Italians, if we cancel the appointment, we'll have to reschedule it (it took 10 months to schedule this one) and re-do all the documents again, as they'll expire (that'll take another $250'ish dollars, which you'll remember, we've already paid twice).

Hence my nausea.

The other option is to go to our appointment without the missing document and hope we can just laugh it off and return with it as soon as it arrives. I can also bring the previous version, which is only six months old, but they're quite strict about the 3-month validity required, so I'm pretty sure they'll send us home and we'll have to do it all again anyway.

My desire for Italian citizenship is waning, and the only reason it hasn't completely disappeared is because Sweden is now giving us a tough time. We heard from them this week—they have more questions about our situation—I have no idea what the problem is. My husband is a citizen. I paid your fee. I submitted all the proof. What more do you want?!