Very soon — in just a couple hundred minutes — I will no longer be able to say that I’m an alien.
I’m being naturalized today.
I have’t been thinking too much about it. I applied for US citizenship when Duncan was 2 months old. I’ve driven back and forth to Buffalo a couple of times — once to be fingerprinted, the second for an interview and my English and civics tests. They gave me my naturalization ceremony date and it’s been on my “to do” list for this week.
I’ve known it’s coming up, but I haven’t really THOUGHT about it. I think I might get too nervous. I am, already.
Since we have to get on the road to get to the ceremony place (a school in Fairport), I don’t have the luxury of time to delve into my feelings. Nor do I really want to. What I will say is that whenever I did the PR for the naturalization ceremony held at RIT every year in early May, I always envisioned myself having my ceremony there too. But when the time came to choose, they’d already scheduled me for this one (which is a month earlier, too) and I’ve already been to 3 or 4 ceremonies in RIT’s Ingle Auditorium. Seems like it’s time for something new.
Although if I were at RIT, I could have gone for Ben & Jerry’s ice cream afterwards…