So many months have
slipped by trailing so much news. For a writer, it seems that each day was
crammed with so many storylines. Spoilt for choice, too lethargic to make a
decision on the theme for the day, months slipped by. There were so many stories in my head.
My house search all
year was such hard work emotionally as well as physically taking up all my free
time. Each new listing raised
expectations but the fall-out from frustrated hopes made it harder to keep the sense
of adventure and hope. Eventually
I found the house of my dreams .I invested much time in shopping for the new
place. I felt that after a year of being without my own home, I could be rooted
again. Two weeks before moving in,
my second expert advised against it.
Despite the cost, I felt that the only prudent action was to withdraw
but I’ve left a bit of my heart on the hill side.
Somehow, I made
room for the extra stuff I had bought in preparation for the move and unpacked
my crockery that was in packing cases for over seven years. I know that when I do find a house, I
can never pack it all up as the professional packers who transported it so
safely across the seas. Yet the convenience of having it all packed up could
not compare to the comfort of having it displayed now. I changed the dominant
color of my furnishings to red and lifted my mood with a spirit of
thankfulness. I have shelter and space. Life is good.
The process of
becoming a citizen ended in a somber ceremony in the Federal courthouse. Ladies
from Charleston provided refreshment and civic groups very thoughtfully
provided us with the US flag, a description of how it should be used, the
pledge, a summary of the amendments. There was also a letter from the
President. Of course, my fellow citizens and I had passed the Civic test but to
be given these in such an accessible way was truly thoughtful. The guest
speaker’s passion made me tearful. True, I had not come on a dangerous journey
to escape persecution or for religious or economic freedom. I love the country of my nationality,
its culture, its institutions, its health service and its peoples. So why
leave? Because home is where the
heart is. For me it became unsustainable to live so far away from those I truly
love.
I had agonized over
the oath of allegiance. To me, it is not a form of words but a God-given pledge
to be loyal to the flag above all else.
I played with different scenarios when I might have to choose. Yet my
choice will never be in doubt because as painful as it might be my availability
to family remains my greatest motivation. After all love of family, love of
country is fundamental values. We are expected to treat foreigners well but
there is also a divine directive for the alien to pray for the welfare of his
“city”. God bless our state. God bless every state of our precious Union.
So many months have
slipped by trailing so much news. For a writer, it seems that each day was
crammed with so many storylines. Spoilt for choice, too lethargic to make a
decision on the theme for the day, months slipped by. There were so many stories in my head.
My house search all
year was such hard work emotionally as well as physically taking up all my free
time. Each new listing raised
expectations but the fall-out from frustrated hopes made it harder to keep the sense
of adventure and hope. Eventually
I found the house of my dreams .I invested much time in shopping for the new
place. I felt that after a year of being without my own home, I could be rooted
again. Two weeks before moving in,
my second expert advised against it.
Despite the cost, I felt that the only prudent action was to withdraw
but I’ve left a bit of my heart on the hill side.
Somehow, I made
room for the extra stuff I had bought in preparation for the move and unpacked
my crockery that was in packing cases for over seven years. I know that when I do find a house, I
can never pack it all up as the professional packers who transported it so
safely across the seas. Yet the convenience of having it all packed up could
not compare to the comfort of having it displayed now. I changed the dominant
color of my furnishings to red and lifted my mood with a spirit of
thankfulness. I have shelter and space. Life is good.
The process of
becoming a citizen ended in a somber ceremony in the Federal courthouse. Ladies
from Charleston provided refreshment and civic groups very thoughtfully
provided us with the US flag, a description of how it should be used, the
pledge, a summary of the amendments. There was also a letter from the
President. Of course, my fellow citizens and I had passed the Civic test but to
be given these in such an accessible way was truly thoughtful. The guest
speaker’s passion made me tearful. True, I had not come on a dangerous journey
to escape persecution or for religious or economic freedom. I love the country of my nationality,
its culture, its institutions, its health service and its peoples. So why
leave? Because home is where the
heart is. For me it became unsustainable to live so far away from those I truly
love.
I had agonized over
the oath of allegiance. To me, it is not a form of words but a God-given pledge
to be loyal to the flag above all else.
I played with different scenarios when I might have to choose. Yet my
choice will never be in doubt because as painful as it might be my availability
to family remains my greatest motivation. After all love of family, love of
country is fundamental values. We are expected to treat foreigners well but
there is also a divine directive for the alien to pray for the welfare of his
“city”. God bless our state. God bless every state of our precious Union.
So many months have
slipped by trailing so much news. For a writer, it seems that each day was
crammed with so many storylines. Spoilt for choice, too lethargic to make a
decision on the theme for the day, months slipped by. There were so many stories in my head.
My house search all
year was such hard work emotionally as well as physically taking up all my free
time. Each new listing raised
expectations but the fall-out from frustrated hopes made it harder to keep the sense
of adventure and hope. Eventually
I found the house of my dreams .I invested much time in shopping for the new
place. I felt that after a year of being without my own home, I could be rooted
again. Two weeks before moving in,
my second expert advised against it.
Despite the cost, I felt that the only prudent action was to withdraw
but I’ve left a bit of my heart on the hill side.
Somehow, I made
room for the extra stuff I had bought in preparation for the move and unpacked
my crockery that was in packing cases for over seven years. I know that when I do find a house, I
can never pack it all up as the professional packers who transported it so
safely across the seas. Yet the convenience of having it all packed up could
not compare to the comfort of having it displayed now. I changed the dominant
color of my furnishings to red and lifted my mood with a spirit of
thankfulness. I have shelter and space. Life is good.
The process of
becoming a citizen ended in a somber ceremony in the Federal courthouse. Ladies
from Charleston provided refreshment and civic groups very thoughtfully
provided us with the US flag, a description of how it should be used, the
pledge, a summary of the amendments. There was also a letter from the
President. Of course, my fellow citizens and I had passed the Civic test but to
be given these in such an accessible way was truly thoughtful. The guest
speaker’s passion made me tearful. True, I had not come on a dangerous journey
to escape persecution or for religious or economic freedom. I love the country of my nationality,
its culture, its institutions, its health service and its peoples. So why
leave? Because home is where the
heart is. For me it became unsustainable to live so far away from those I truly
love.
I had agonized over
the oath of allegiance. To me, it is not a form of words but a God-given pledge
to be loyal to the flag above all else.
I played with different scenarios when I might have to choose. Yet my
choice will never be in doubt because as painful as it might be my availability
to family remains my greatest motivation. After all love of family, love of
country is fundamental values. We are expected to treat foreigners well but
there is also a divine directive for the alien to pray for the welfare of his
“city”. God bless our state. God bless every state of our precious Union.