Greetings All,
The other day, Ira and I arrived in the US, by way of JFK Airport. There seemed to be no issues whatsoever with her entering. She stood with me in the line for US Citizens and Residents. The only question asked was when we're planning to get married. We turned over the sealed embassy packet, got fingerprints taken, and then were shuffled to another room where we waited for 15 minutes before getting Ira's passport returned. A remarkably simple process.
Our two cats also had a relatively uneventful entry. Having gotten all the necessary health certificates in Russia, the Customs agents simply entered the info on the forms, and let us pass. Took about 10 minutes total.
From a technical perspective, the entire experience was a breeze.
Emotionally, the experience was a roller coaster. For all our zeal, and the culmination at completing a very long arduous process, the effects of our decision on others were felt most keenly... Playing darts with her brother, counting the minutes remaining... Watching from the taxi window as Ira's mom sobbed uncontrollably and silently blessed us with her hands while we drove away... The tightening of Ira's hand holding mine as the plane sped down the runway, and the awed look in her wet sad eyes as she looked down at Moscow for the first time... It's a day I'll never forget -- not only because of it's personal historical significance, but also because it's the day in which I learned that happy moments are sometimes awfully bitter.
So what did I miss around here?
Z
