Originally featured on Elephant Journal November 30, 2017
Like many working people, my husband and I want to take a mortgage out on our house.
There is only one hiccup—my husband is an immigrant.
How many of us take the inner workings of normal daily life for granted? How often do we ignore the news, keep our noses to the grindstone, and watch too much reality television because what’s out there definitely doesn’t affect me here?
Until it does. I didn’t pay much attention to United States immigration policy until I fell in love with an immigrant. Then my whole world changed.
Falling in love while traveling abroad sounds romantic, but in reality it means years of sometimes heartbreaking long distance dating and the perils of immigration. Skype calls, thousands of dollars in plane tickets, digital anniversary cards, constant explanations of “yes my boyfriend is real, he just lives in another country,” and loneliness.
True, there are the romantic getaway destinations, the excitement of absorbing a new culture, and of course, love.
But love doesn’t get us far with immigration.
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