Finally, the fog has dissipated. And it must be such a relief. Here it is: a solution. After four years of not having a solution, not being able to know where you were going to live, here it is. A solution. Your family approves, Jesus approves, she approves of you. And you don't dislike her. In fact, she's kind of funny and nice and doesn't ask too many questions or expect very much out of you.
Sure, she doesn't make you want to "chase a dream" or anything, but she's here, isn't she? She's here, and she's looking at you as if you're the best guy in the world, and, what the heck. You could pretend. Because it's so much easier this way.
And it's a solution. It's a solution, and what a relief.