New beginnings, new year…new is sometimes feared, but everything works out in the end. Here’s to 2014 and new beginnings.
Forced emigration isn’t an easy pill to swallow. It isn’t the end of the world either. In my situation I left incrementally, in dribs and drabs, for a vacation, to work for a year, to work every summer while in college, and finally to secure a green card that I won in the Morrison Visa lottery in 1993.
Eventually the notion of “having to leave” transformed into “wanting to leave.”
“Of all the money that ‘ere I spent, I’ve spent it in good company. And of all the harm that ‘ere I’ve done, alas it was to none but me.”
I missed my family. I missed the Sunday walks in the forest park. I missed the smallness of a…
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