Decisions, Decisions...

One thing you must understand before I go any further is that I love Canada. 

If you don't understand this fundamental point, the rest of this blog, and this adventure, will mean nothing. 

I promised myself if I did start on any new paths or adventures, I would go back to writing a blog about the experience. I might even possibly write a blog a day (though that would be pushing it), but at the very least, I would write once a week in this blog.

You see, there's a lot of stuff going on. As you can well imagine, because I've gone back to writing a blog. Nobody writes blogs anymore. Not the way they used to at the beginning of the last decade, hell, even up to five years ago. People wrote blogs to vent, to introduce a new line of thinking, to promote discussion, or to just throw out thoughts into the universe. 
Now people just do that on Facebook and Twitter. 

But I'm an old-fashioned kind of girl. So I'm back on the blog. Not as a marketing tool, not as a "buy my miracle cure" or "buy my forthcoming book" because I have neither one of those.

(I'll even let you in on a little secret - I haven't written a word in over six months. Not. One. Word. But I'll save that for another blog entry.)

The purpose of this blog is to honour its namesake - web log - of the events that are forthcoming over the next forseeable 18 months. Because I promised myself I would. And I am now promising all of you.
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Before I ever set foot in Texas, my friend from elementary school warned me that Texas may be "too much". But so is Canada, in some respects. In some respects, Texas can be the opposite of Canada, in some respects, they're exactly the same, and in others, Texas is better. 

But none of that mattered to me when I first stepped off the plane at Bush Intercontinental Airport. There's only one thing that mattered, and it's the same thing that matters today.

My heart, my happiness, my joy, joy that I have not felt in decades, is in Texas. 

It's not just my husband, who is my everything. I find joy there. I find myself there, parts of me that lay dormant for so long, I thought they were just ghosts in my past. 

I don't have to justify my decision to anyone except myself. And the USCIS. 

This blog is about the waiting game. The hoops we'll have to jump through, the ropes we will have to climb, the struggle and battles and insanity over the next approximately 18 months.

So for those of you who kept asking and keep asking, we filed our paperwork with US Customs and Immigration Services, and they have acknowledged receipt in hard copy in writing. 

I'm finally going to be the immigrant that so many people here always thought I was. 
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So stay tuned to this blog for the journey. It's going to be long. Difficult. Heart-wrenching. But every single moment will be worth it when I can come home from work and feel my husband's arms around me every single night. Don't scoff. I've had that taken away from me, and now it's being kept from me because of laws, rules, and other nonsense that won't let me drive a U-Haul over the border so I could just be held every night. 

I'm sure many of you will have questions. I will try to address them as these entries progress. But feel free to ask questions in the comments. 

More importantly, wish us as much luck, love, and light as I wish to all of you.