Saturday, July 10

after all, he's a foreigner!

I'm not sure why it is, but I have a tendency to do things the hard way. I always reasoned that it made life more interesting. Beh... maybe I'm finally getting too old for that.

Maybe this tendency can be attributed to being a bit too spontaneous or naive. And it's not that I don't weigh the pros and cons of the situation... it's just that when opportunities come along, "life is short" weighs heavily in the "go for it" column.

That said, I didn't make pros and cons columns when I married a foreigner. And even if I had, I'm sure "immigration services might prevent his reentry into the US" wouldn't have occurred to me.

When we lived in the US, my alien spouse had a green card. We showed up at our interview with our two proofs of legitimate marriage (the punks) and in literally less than 5 minutes we were out the door, green card approval in hand. Since he's already been living in the US for many years on various student and working visas, it almost seemed like a matter of semantics.

Then, as you know, we moved to Italy. And since we lived outside of the US for more than two years, we have to apply for a new green card. There are enough rules and regulations about green cards and I really don't want to give any further explanation than that as I'm far from an expert on the subject. But it all boils down to that.

I will say though, that don't you think there should be some sort of permanent green card for married couples? Wouldn't that save everyone, including immigration services a ton of work? They're just going to give it right back to him. I know, it's a permanent resident card... but couldn't I be the little piece of America that stays with him... sort of like stepping onto American soil when you enter an embassy abroad (ok, this could degenerate quickly). Maybe just a simple interview at the border to verify that the marriage is still valid. That would be easy. Marriage license and spouse and kids in tow... easy peasy!

Anyway, I head off the the embassy to apply. Like, a month ago. See, when we were in the US and we applied for the green card, he got permission to reside in the US while it was processing. We assumed that we'd get a similar permit this time around.

Yea, that was wrong. And he has to stay in Italy until he gets the green card. We've been assured that the process is much faster from outside the US and an entry visa isn't necessary. But the fact is that school starts in a few weeks and even faster (4-6 months) just isn't fast enough.

Maybe if I tell them that our 10 year anniversary is in September....

**I'll send you a postcard if you can name the movie I took my title from. The actual quote is "After all,
she's a foreigner!"


  1. Golly, I don't know what movie you took the title post from! Can't wait to hear. I love it when people remember good lines in movies. I've been trying to keep track. You know, I'm just like that. Sort of random. Therefore I can relate to your naive spirit and spontaneity!

    Best wishes to you and your man with the green card business. I always assumed that if one was married to an American, they automatically became citizens???

    San Francisco is a great city. I want to return for visits frequently, as we have one daughter there and another in Santa Barbara. I was at the latter for a week visiting as well.

    Glad you left a comment.


  2. The movie is "Orlando" and one of our favorites. He's courting a woman from Russia to the shock of all the English noble ladies and they're sure that it's just a passing fancy... after all, she's a foreigner!

    Well, it's cracks us up since both my husband and I know what it's like to be a foreigner.

    The green card is just a matter of time. Nothing is automatic unfortunately. Once you're married, you still have to apply for a green card. Once you have the green card for three years you can then apply for citizenship.

    It's much easier in Italy.

    Thanks for the comment!

  3. I heard it's from the movie "Orlando".

    Send me my postcard. You know the address.


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