600th Post -- Eleven Years and Eleven Months

That's how long we've lived in this country.

Two sons

Two Ph.D.s

One M.S. & one M.A.

Three houses (one at a time)

Four cars

One cat

Six moves

Six towns or cities

Eight or more Visas

Eight or more Consulate visits

In sum, eleven years and eleven months...

...Later:

Led to this:

Now we're actually immigrants,
no more legal, but temporary, outer-space creatures.

Permanent Residents. Did you hear me? Permanent?
Still from outer-space, but **resident** aliens.

Should I even celebrate? I don't really know...But I can certainly celebrate 600 posts, that's for sure!

We've known since Monday, when K emailed the lawyers to ask about my visa situation now that I'd be graduating. The lawyer responded by saying that our work permit had been denied (?). Yeah... because the grass-colored card process had been approved. Wow.
We knew it'd be quick, but had never imagined it'd be that quick.

So, yeah, we're already planning the trip to Brazil. And...
K will participate of that concurso (competition for a tenure track position) there -- him and thirteen other people. Isn't that ironic? Trying out for a post in Brazil now that we can stay here for good? Well... with his job situation the way it is, we never know what would be best. More on that later, though.

Aren't our lives just too much sometimes? No wonder you guys get tired of reading this old blog! (really old now, 600 posts old -- I know that's nothing. Dawn has over 1,000 pages in her blog, isn't that so?), and I talk entirely too much. Sorry about that.