This should be the last page of the immigration story.
I don't want to turn this website into something of a weblog, it is about immigration and should not be about my whole life. But if you want to know about the rest of my life, call me and I will tell you.
On Wednesday Februari 5 I flew United Airlines (another one of those bankrupt airlines) back to the US and entered in Chicago. For a bankrupt airline the service was not too bad. Food was okay and the drinks kept coming.
I landed in Chicago and went to the "Citizen and Residents" line. I was taken to a special "Immigrants" booth where my special envelope was ripped open and processed by a dark-haired guy who did not seem very interested in me. He fingerprinted my right index finger twice and made me sign in a space so small it was impossible to sign in, but I did not complain and signed. He told me the greencard will be in the mail in four months.
And that was it.
I took the next flight to San Francisco and Jennifer was there, waiting for her fresh resident husband.
The next day I went to the Social Security Administration office in Oakland. They gave me a number to call the next day to get my number; 24 hours later I had a Social Security Number. The card was in the mail two weeks later.
The green card was in the mail one month later. It is, as I was told, not green at all. It is a sort of creamy color, with a funky metal mirrored backside with holograms in it.
So the last thing I have to do is get a California drivers license. I have not done that yet because I had a little snowboarding accident where I fractured my shoulder a little bit.... But it healed and although I had to promise the ortrhopedist not to snowboard again this season, I was back on the slopes of Kirkwood 5 weeks later.
On November 11 2003 we finally had our "big wedding" that we always wanted to do but could not be done in 2002 because there was no time to organize it.
If you want to see more of that one: The big wedding.
