This afternoon, a full five days after getting my visa / green card in my hot little hand, this afternoon it finally hit me. I do not have to leave my KoD to go back to Canada. I do not have to pack up the car and hit the I-87 and leave my heart here. We are here. We are here to stay. This is now our real home. I no longer have to feel unsettled. I am about to start actively looking for work. I shall receive a social security number in the mail very soon. I am really and truly a NYS resident. I am a legal alien.
Cue Sting….. “I’m an alien, I’m a legal alien, I’m an English(wo)man in New York…”
I am so excited for this next chapter in my life. Well, I guess, this is a new book. Since the KoD and I married 19 months ago I was in limbo until the papers came through. Real life can now start. My mind is a maelstrom of emotions right now – relief more than anything!!
In the Pink 
You’re pretty much one of us now! BWAHAHAH . . . . oops, I mean, um, Welcome!
Mazel Tov!!
Remember… When traveling aboard better to say “I’m from Canada” 🙂
“Remember… When traveling aboard better to say “I’m from Canada” ”
I cannot help but laugh. To quote “Me, Dave Chappelle and My Yarmulke” (www.aish.com/j/f/48936112.html):
“So anyone here from out of town?” asked the MC almost resigned to the fact that no one would be dumb enough to respond. But wait! It was his lucky day because there was, in fact, somebody very dumb in the audience. Me!
“Oh, me! Pick me!” I said as I shot my hand up in the air like a child in grade school who knew the right answer. “I’m from out of town,” I said proudly.
“You are, are you?” the MC said as he licked his lips at the bait that was dangling in front of him. “So where are you from?” he asked, probably the same way the Wolf spoke to Little Red Riding Hood.
“I am from Canada,” I said, proud of both my native land, and the fact that I had now become the star of the show.
“Canada, eh?” he said, presumably making fun of my nation’s only invention — the word ‘eh.’ “And who is this lovely lady who is sitting beside you. Is that your mother?”
“No, she is my father’s friend” I said innocently, explaining why I was in a comedy club with a woman over twice my age who I hardly knew.
Mazal tov!
Uhh, Hadassah, you’re only there to stay until you come to your real home, a few thousand miles to the east.
I’m so glad for you both! I’ve been dropping in here now and then hoping to see this very post. I’m so so glad for you both. May your lives be filled with togetherness and happiness!
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Mazel tov! I was very excited to hear your news. May you enjoy many happy and healthy years of ignorant Americans, bad accents and questions about where you’re from and how you got here and “Isn’t this the BEST country on Earth?!?!”