Sunday, March 22, 2009

Immigration Babies

Asher and I had our interview with immigration on Thursday afternoon.
It was a bit nerve-wracking because we weren't really prepared for what they would ask us, what would happen after the door shut behind us.
But sitting in the waiting room all around were families from different countries: Nepal, Africa, China, South America, the islands. There were little babies running their parents in circles and up and down stairs. Little one and two year olds who had just learned to use their legs. The cutest, chubbiest little babies of mixed heritage, half American and half from somewhere else in this big world. I looked at Asher and wondered who we might create, what they might look like, who they might choose to marry and create a child with. It makes the world feel very small and connected.
I have always wondered how it happened that a Seattle girl and a St. Lucian man would meet by chance or fate in a friend's apartment in Brooklyn. Who would wake up in a different apartment in Philly two days later, and completely in love.
We stayed at Taylor's apartment in Philly and Taylor had a world map printed on his shower curtain. I remember standing naked in front of it in the humid, sticky summer air. Drawing my hand from St. Lucia to New York, Seattle to New York. Amazed.

2 comments:

Hank Cameron Ewing said...

And I called it...
"Dev, maybe you'll meet the man you're gonna marry on this trip"
You're welcome-hehe
You have a very romantic memory of standing in Taylor's bathroom...I happen to remember having a nervous breakdown from the heat, cat box, and general squalor...you MUST have been in love to forget THAT part. hehehe

Love + Marriage said...

Yes, Dev. I totally wrote that part out of my memories.
Cat shit and shallow mouth breathing while naked with cat hair stuck to my arm. All omitted for the sake of the story.