In My Hand

Last night I received the actual green card in the mail. I was beyond ecstatic and overwhelmed. If the time wasn't 11 something, I would be calling people.

In my hand I saw a thin piece of plastic that I spent years waiting for and working towards to since I arrived in the States - the frustrations, the pain, the madness and endlessness of it all, this card represents all. This glorious day is finally here. Holding it close I know that I have overcome and completed that journey. It's been a humbling lesson.

However, if I must nitpick, my picture on the card is awful. Think a sad bald oops-I-just-got-caught criminal, that's how bad I look. I clearly remember I didn't feel well that day. I actually took a day off because I had stomach flu and I was dizzy all afternoon while waiting for my turn at the finger print / photo verification center. I wish I look nicer in this picture, this green card symbolizes such a big personal momentum for me and my not-quite-attractive photo on it dampens that joy just a little bit.

Still - I have it now. In my hand. La ~ la ~ la.