I like him, however I don’t know if I can reside within the U.S. perpetually.
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Expensive James,
I’m 27 years outdated, I reside in New York, and I’m in a wholesome, loving relationship with a man I met right here. He’s caring and hardworking, and my household and buddies love him for me. The issue is, I don’t know if I wish to reside in america long run. I’m from overseas—a rustic far sufficient away that my associate has by no means been—and I moved to the U.S. on a brief work visa. As my relationship turns into extra severe, I grapple with the considered having to be right here perpetually.
I by no means grew up pondering I’d migrate anyplace completely. I’m very near my household again house, and I’ve a snug, if not soft, life there. Within the U.S., I take care of the social, political, cultural, and authorized hurdles of being a foreigner in a spot the place the present local weather isn’t at all times probably the most pleasant. I don’t have the monetary or private freedoms I would love. I take care of racists. I get homesick.
My associate loves his job, it pays extraordinarily nicely, and it legally ties him to working inside america. Principally, he might by no means transfer for me. However once I take into consideration committing to him, I can’t assist mourning the whole lot I think about I’d be giving up. Possibly I’m simply being younger and silly and don’t notice that my issues are a speck within the grand scheme of issues. I don’t know. Maybe you may inform me?
Expensive Reader,
As an expat, self-transplanted from England to be in America with my American spouse, I really feel you. It is a lovely, loopy, wide-as-you-like nation, cruel in some methods, impossibly beneficiant in others, and for higher or worse I grew to become myself right here. That’s one of many issues America can do. No positive aspects with out losses, although, and I really feel the pull of house too: all of the events missed, the conversations that by no means occurred, the hangs unhung … It’s form of a shadow on me, my life’s darkish facet of the moon.
However let me ask you this: Are you thrilled to be with this man? I imply thrilled to bits, thrilling to his contact, all of that? You say he’s caring, hardworking, your loved ones loves him—all good things. Nice stuff. And I don’t wish to do him an injustice. However someplace, at some degree, in some layer of your being, you’ve acquired to be thrilled. I believe maybe when you have been thrilled, you wouldn’t be asking your self these questions.
I could possibly be incorrect, although, and the 2 of you may need a scorching and vibrant factor that you’ve got modestly under-described in your letter. Regardless of the case, right here’s my recommendation: Don’t go away. America is a problem. America is an invite. America places you in your mettle. Particularly proper now, in (to make use of your phrase) the “present local weather” of america: America wants you!
Studying the information and listening to Unhealthy Brains,
James
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