My father’s sister (aka: my aunt) petitioned/sponsored us. Family based immigration.
Most of the paternal side of my family is already in the US, so you can think of this as a family reunion in a way. My materal side of relatives (mother’s sisters) are still on waitlist, my mother is now petitioning/sponsoring them ans they have been on waitlist since 2016, but now with the current administration and rising xenophobic sentinment, I’m not sure they will ever be approved, or if they even want to come at all. Their kids will be past 21 by the time it gers approved so they can’t come together as a family. I mean they can still come, but they’ll have to leave their (adult) children behind and apply for them when they get here.
Thinking about borders makes me sad. It separates close relatives from each other.
My father was in the last category of priority, that why it took like 10-15 years of waiting. Since we are his immediate family, my mother and me and my older brother was added on to the application and we all got visas.
But keep in mind the principal immigrant was still my father, so if he died before we got admitted into the US, then the whole thing is void basically.
I watched too many time travel media, and I think about stuff like alternate timelines all the time. I imagine one timeline where we were still living in Guangzhou, all the movies and TV I couldn’t have access to because of the censorship, all the games, etc…
Idk maybe I’m being weird, but I just can’t stop obsessing about the idea of alt-timelines where different things happened, because immigration is one of the most significant events of my life. I learned tolerance, acceptance of other race/ethnicities, I learned to accept LGBTQ people, I experienced multiculturalism, etc…
I think that, without this experience, I would’ve likely have been less open minded, and more conservative.
My father’s sister (aka: my aunt) petitioned/sponsored us. Family based immigration.
Most of the paternal side of my family is already in the US, so you can think of this as a family reunion in a way. My materal side of relatives (mother’s sisters) are still on waitlist, my mother is now petitioning/sponsoring them ans they have been on waitlist since 2016, but now with the current administration and rising xenophobic sentinment, I’m not sure they will ever be approved, or if they even want to come at all. Their kids will be past 21 by the time it gers approved so they can’t come together as a family. I mean they can still come, but they’ll have to leave their (adult) children behind and apply for them when they get here.
Thinking about borders makes me sad. It separates close relatives from each other.
My father was in the last category of priority, that why it took like 10-15 years of waiting. Since we are his immediate family, my mother and me and my older brother was added on to the application and we all got visas.
But keep in mind the principal immigrant was still my father, so if he died before we got admitted into the US, then the whole thing is void basically.
I watched too many time travel media, and I think about stuff like alternate timelines all the time. I imagine one timeline where we were still living in Guangzhou, all the movies and TV I couldn’t have access to because of the censorship, all the games, etc…
Idk maybe I’m being weird, but I just can’t stop obsessing about the idea of alt-timelines where different things happened, because immigration is one of the most significant events of my life. I learned tolerance, acceptance of other race/ethnicities, I learned to accept LGBTQ people, I experienced multiculturalism, etc…
I think that, without this experience, I would’ve likely have been less open minded, and more conservative.