A late late up date

Well.

 

So much has happened in the last few months.

Our petition was approved by the Department of Homeland Security. It was sent to the US Consulate here in NZ in record time.

They sent a list of further paperwork which I am very nearly completed. Just waiting on a police certificate. Hopefully not too much longer to wait on that. The medical assessment in Wellington was a bit of an adventure. But it’s done.

We’re so close now to getting the visa in our hands and booking our flights.

Jessi will have to leave at the end of December no matter what, and of course the ultimate goal is to go with her. But, if I can’t get the visa before then, I will go at the end of January, after she completes her clinic placement in San Diego. Either way, I’m going.

I’m once again equal parts excited and terrified. I’m over the moon to be able to go with my Egg to her home, and meet her family and friends, and see the sights of her country like I could show her the sights of mine.

Wedding planning is about to kick in to high gear. Never thought I’d be saying that! Weddings make people crazy. Luckily, most of the people at mine are already nuts so no worries there.

I’m gonna practice my Kiwisms to impress the Yankees. “Yeah nah” “Chur” “Tu meke bro” “Sweet as” “Choice” I can’t wait to see the faces of the people trying to understand me haha

More to come as it develops. It’s late I should sleep.

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The Duck-It List

So while I wait until I can apply for my passport I thought I would post something a bit more positive.

I am excited beyond words to be following my beloved halfway across the world.

Also I want to go to Disneyland.

I want to go to a 7/11 and get a Slurpee in a liter cup.

I want to go see the Anaheim Ducks play at the Honda Center.

I want to ride the freeway on my Harley.

I want to go to a football game and be surrounded by 50,000 rabid fans.

I want to see the natural beauty of the forests, mountains, deserts and even the beach.

I want to go to Los Angeles, San Francisco, San Diego, New York city (once), Las Vegas, and even try and find out where Delaware is.

I want to eat a corn dog. Go to a chilli cook off. In-And-Out Burger. A Starbucks (once).

I want to go see concerts of bands who never tour here. The Misfits. The Decemberists. The heavy metal bands who don’t tour outside the US. Saves The Day. Blink 182. Etc.

I even can’t wait to be asked every single day where my accent is from.

I want to get a job, have kids and provide for my family.

And every day brings me closer.

An update

Well, three months have passed, with not much movement on the journey to get me to the States.

I am soon eligible to apply for a passport again. I told myself I wouldn’t start stressing about moving until I had my passport.

Too late.

I have developed pretty bad anxiety about the whole thing. Employment-based immigration visas to the US seem nigh on impossible to get.  I really don’t see how an employer is going to hold a job for me for 12-18 months, and then justify why a Mexican couldn’t do it for less money. It feels very much a who-you-know option, not a legitimate thing.

Another option is to move to Canada. According to the immigration website, I am eligible for immigration for employment purposes. But it would mean living in a foreign country, alone, and still needing to pursue a long distance relationship. I’m really not sure how my mental health would handle it.

I have no desire to do it the illegal way, as that would mean I couldn’t come home to visit, and would mean I ran the risk of being deported at any time from the US. Not ideal.

Jessi has remained positive and upbeat. But there is a voice in the back of my head that is telling me to prepare myself to be left behind.

I am still excited for the move, and looking forward to spending the rest of my life with an amazing woman in it.

It just seems an impossible task.

“…a task as never-ending as painting the Forth Bridge…”

— “What-A-Mess

Act 1 – Scene 1

“…every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end…”

– “Closing Time” Semisonic

 

It began when I met a girl. An amazing, wondrous creature who I fell for instantly. Hard and fast. I knew then that my life had changed.

I had come off the back of a bad break up, and a low point in my life that I thought I couldn’t return from. I desperately searched for new hobbies, distractions, interests. Anything to free my mind from the torture I was putting it through.

It so happened I developed a keen interest for photography. And I happened to photograph an event this particular lass attended. And fate decreed we meet again several times over the coming weeks.

I knew I loved her right from the start. Cliché I know sorry. But that’s how it was. I also knew she was a student studying in this country, and she wouldn’t be here forever.

Eventually she would return home.

I knew straight away I wanted to go with her. I couldn’t bear to lose her.

I knew it wouldn’t be without it’s complications.

This girl is polyamorous.

“polyamory

[pol-ee-am-er-ee]
noun

1.

the practice or condition of participating simultaneously in more than one serious romantic or sexual relationship.”
Now while I myself am monogamous, this doesn’t affect me. It doesn’t change the way I feel about her, nor the way she feels about me. However, it presented a wee obstacle in my path to moving to the USA. She has committed herself to marrying her partner from America, and I have no intention of preventing that. It just means my most obvious path to legally living in the States has been blocked. So other paths must be investigated and pursued. There are options, and there are ways.
This blog is a way to document and share my journey. Once I am living in America it will also document the differences in the way we live, culturally, financially etc.
It will be one helluva culture shock for this Kiwi lass from the small town.
And I can’t wait.