It's a little weird to call myself American, and I don't know if I can ever call myself one. After years of waiting, piles of paper work and thousands of dollars, I swore in this past Friday. The court room was packed with people. Majority of them were from Sudan, some Vietnamese and Mexicans. I was the only one from China. After the ceremony, the room was filled with overwhelming happiness from everyone, especially the elderly immigrants. Husband asked me how it feels to be American. I honestly can't tell you. My experiences have been a little different. I didn't escape my home country. I came here voluntarily. I studied here, got married, had children; but in my heart, Hong Kong is my home just as much as America is. So for me, this is just a necessary procedure to avoid any inconvenience. I guess I can say I feel relief.
