This is from my wife, Karin Bogliolo, now a legal resident of America since she got her green card on July 23, 2013. What was the first thing she did? She left! She boarded a plane July 30 (found the cheapest fare within a short time of receiving her card) and took off for five weeks in England and Scotland to see our kids and grandkids. We practice saying our kids and grandkids – actually I keep reminding Karin that I consider them ours, though she has known them longer…
So here’s a post from Karin, from England, with pictures to show what she’s been up to. She celebrated her 73rd birthday a week after arriving. She revealed to me that she had some ups and downs now that DOMA is gone. I am deeper into that and will share on my own update soon.
So here’s Karin’s post , and photos, about post-DOMA life, life with a green card:
“Home thoughts from abroad. (apologies to Robert Browning)
This seems to be the hardest thing to do, writing down how I feel now. My reality right now is so totally different from everything I have known for the past few years that it’s almost as though it never happened.
For the past eight years, Judy and I struggled with the challenge of trying to live together. Then there were these last three years when I lived in California and was cut off from all my family and friends in Europe.
Living in California is great. The weather is superb. I have a loving and caring wife. I have friends and activities I enjoy. I sometimes say that Judy and I live a charmed life. Yet for eight years there was always that sword of Damocles hanging over us that threatened to separate us or throw us out of our home in San Jose. Sometimes I was able to forget all that, but somewhere in my body the stress was building up and there were days and nights when fear and anxiety nearly brought me to breaking point.
And then one day it all disappeared. No, no, that’s not how it was at all. It has taken years of sacrifice and patience and expense. Our hopes were raised and dashed, as the government did nothing. I remembered many people saying ‘never in our lifetime.’
But let me leave all that behind me, and tell you how the glorious present moment feels. On July 30, clutching my sparkling new green card, I climbed onto a Virgin Atlantic plane in San Francisco and flew to London. Arriving jet lagged and tired, my beloved daughter Tamsin, whom I had not seen for nearly three years, was waiting for me. The drive to her house was filled with chattering and laughing and a sense of unbelief that this was really happening. I was able to leave the USA knowing that I could return with no problem at all.
In the following days I have spent time with my grown-up grandchildren, heard all their news, seen them in their successful lives. I have admired their cars, heard their plans for the future and basked in their love.
On August 6, I celebrated my 73rd birthday with all my family. I enjoyed a proper English afternoon tea and had dinner in an old English pub called The Silly Billy. Even the English weather has been kind to me; sunshine and blue skies reflected the way I feel.
Just in case you think that I want to come back here to Europe to live, let me reassure everyone that on September 3 I will return to San Francisco as planned. I want to return to my new home, to my darling wife, to the life I have chosen for the rest of my life. But for now I will wallow in the warmth and love of my family from whom I have been parted for too long.
For those of you still waiting for that little card to change your lives, be sure that it will come. It’s taken me years to get where I am now; I hope the process may be quicker for you.
These pictures show the family and my birthday celebration and my favourite picture, of grandson Adam and his hero, Barack Obama.