Hello mis blog peeps.
You know, the World Cup is a lovely distraction. And I’ve been drilling into freelance work like nobody’s business. Head in the sand and all that.
But I’m overwhelmed by all of the bad and terrible news when it comes to US immigration. Right now, I’m in the moment where I can only take it in thimble-sized doses.
It happens. I get overloaded.
The funeral dirge that is the immigration situation in the US marches on, whether I click on the latest link or not.
And I learn of more and more blogs/news by and about US spouses who live and breathe my situation. US spouses who try to do everything immigration-wise by the letter, and still have to choose between living without their partner in the US, or living with their spouse in another country.
And most of our spouses don’t get deported back to a “first-world” nation.
While on the one hand I now have a community that means the world to me, I’m also destroyed by the fact that there are so many of us out there. Our numbers grow every day.
You know the birds that are swamped with BP’s oil, like this one?
That’s how I feel like right now. No matter how we US spouses fight against that literal and figurative border wall, we still get swept up in the slick.
There’s a real and deep connection between the amount of oil that continues to gush in the Gulf of Mexico, and the amount of time that comprehensive immigration reform continues to go unresolved in the United States.
These feelings of hopelessness around a realistic resolution to comprehensive immigration reform in the US weigh heavily on me.
Thick and sludge-like oil on my immigration activist wings.