I was sat on the couch this morning when my Dad walked into the house, having gone out to get the mail, and threw a letter at me.
“Someone’s sent me a letter?” I ask. “Who’d write to me?”
I open the letter and realise it’s a letter with a card attached. Oh, okay, I thought. Vista have sent me my bank card. That was quick, I only opened my account two days ago. But it wasn’t from the bank. It was from the US Immigration Department. The card was, in fact, my Green Card. My Permanent Resident Card.
Less than a month after I have entered the country and I have a bloody Green Card. That is so shocking.
July 23rd, 2007 at 2:18 am
Are you enjoying living in LA? How’s the job going? Are you still going to travel?
July 23rd, 2007 at 7:24 am
I love it. It’s fantastic here.
I was thinking about the traveling last night, actually. I can’t afford to just yet, but I think once have the rest of my money I will start doing the research. Right now it’s not really financially doable.
July 24th, 2007 at 9:50 am
As long as you are happy
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