I don't like change. I think in that way I've always been more like my dad than my mom. But okay. I need to take Spouse's desire to immigrate seriously. I wonder how much of my reticence comes from my own immigration experience -- the years of language learning and acculturation, the feeling of "I don't know how this country works, so I better stick to working hard and not asking for help" that I feel like I'm *finally* phasing out of. (Fun fact: as a kid, I went to the library all the time, but I never knew that you could ask people for book recommendations, so I'd just pick a letter of the alphabet and read that. I also didn't know that restaurants existed outside of what's advertised on TV. I'm so glad that my daughter takes library browsing and restaurants for granted.)
But anyway, let's bulldoze past that initial "but I like where we are in life" and consider immigration seriously:
( long rumination )
But anyway, let's bulldoze past that initial "but I like where we are in life" and consider immigration seriously:
( long rumination )