In my opening post yesterday I wrote that I have big changes coming up in my life. Big changes that may very well involve emigration to the land of possibilities across the Atlantic.
Moving abroad is not exactly a novel thing to me. At 19 I moved to London where I went to dance college for three years, and last September I returned home after three years of business studies in Hong Kong. Being 31 on my return from Hong Kong I somehow thought it was now time to move to Oslo, drop anchor, start climbing the career ladder, buy a flat and shack up with a boyfriend. You know, like normal people do.
Eleven months later I am neither climbing any ladders nor likely to shack up any time soon. And since property prices are just ridiculously off-putting my address is still identical to the one of my parents. Luckily, I believe that most things (not all things) happen for a reason so this is not a major let down. Things are exactly the way they are supposed to be. They always are. The good news is that I have been given an opportunity where fulfilling an almost lifelong dream is actually within reach.
Last autumn I entered the (US) Diversity Visa Program, which is the real name for the Green Card Lottery, where 50,000 immigrant visas are awarded annually to nationals of countries with low immigration to the US. I probably should write that I entered the lottery just for fun with no hopes of actually winning, but that would be lying. Truth be told, I had victorious hopes but with this being a lottery I of course did not plan my life around it. The more realistic plan I had was moving to Oslo. For different reasons this had not yet happened by April so I sort of thought I might as well wait until after May 1 when the results from the lottery was out. You know, just in case. As you may well have guessed by now I of course won, or as they call it was selected for further processing. This means that within a year from now I could be starting a new life as a permanent resident of the United States of America.
Although part of me sort of would like to become a “normal” person with a permanent address and earthly goods to go with it, another (and probably the more dominant) part of me is craving another adventure. I probably would regret not seizing this opportunity for the rest of my life, and if I don’t like it I can always go back to plan B. And plan B is not so shabby either.
So there you have it. The American Dream is still very much alive, at least for yours truly. A dream on its way to become reality if I want it. And you know what? I think I do.
The biggest adventure you can take is to live the life of your dreams