This is stage we have built up to—Andy finally moves forward in his immigration process. This time, it is the final stage: U. S. citizenship!
Category: America
We heard back from USCIS after petitioning the government to remove the conditions on my permanent resident status because my conditional Green Card was expiring.
Andy and I are positive no one in the history of immigrating to the United States of America has been told what we were told by a USCIS officer the day of our Green Card through marriage interview. Here’s more on our crazy process to get here …
According to my immigration attorney, there was only a 33% chance my ‘lottery visa’ or H-1 B visa to live and work in America would be selected.
The day after paying a deposit to hold an apartment in England, my manager pulled me aside at work and asked, “Hey, do you want to work in the States for six months?”
Since moving to the USA in 2016, my fishing has changed dramatically. Before when I…
Virginia has some of the most diverse farming in the country, and I was able to witness this as a volunteer at a local flower, herb, and seed farm.
I volunteered on one of over 43,000 farms in Virginia. This herb, flower, and seed farm has allowed me to gain a massive amount of awareness and knowledge about the land and plants. Here are those lessons . . .
With small farms being the backbone of Virginia, I return to a volunteer at a local herb, flower, and seed farm.
Agriculture is Virginia’s largest private industry by a vast margin, and I had the chance to live a dream by volunteering on a local Virginia herb, flower, and seed farm.
No doubt we will properly celebrate our wedding and journey somewhere new for a true honeymoon, but until then these mountains of West Virginia welcomed us and gifted us tranquility.
“I’m so happy we eloped,” one of us said — It doesn’t matter who because we both felt that way. Eloping meant this — him and me, intertwined fingers, talking and truly seeing one another.
I plunged my paddle into the water to fight back but my kayak did not move forward. Instead, I was pulled into some type of slow-swirling whirlpool. And this is a small glimpse at what our first kayaking adventure looked like . . .
Welcome to New York where people hustle on the sidewalks faster than the cars on the roads and where the sounds of horns, exhausts, advertisements, music, more explode in the air. New York, an alternate fairytale where skyscrapers are enchanted and stretch so tall that they become invisible in the clouds and where colors — loud and sharp — blur to create a vibrant energy all its own . . .
In the end, I pushed my boyfriend out of a plane. Alright. Maybe not literally. I actually hired someone else to push him out of a plane.