The sequence of events....
I'm guessing a little background info might be helpful - so to fill in what brought me to the U.S. here is a little history.
My story begins on September the 11th, 2001. That tragic day that will forever be remembered around the world. The events so indelibibly etched in our minds that the nomenclature "9/11" is all that is required.
It was actually my day off work that day and when I climbed out of bed and turned on the TV all hell had already broken loose in New York. I work in TV, and worked for a small company in London that sent video signals around the world. My wife (although she didn't know it back then) worked for a large American news network - and as a result of that day, our two respective companies started working together, sending video signals around the world to cover the war in Afghanistan, and later, the war in Iraq. She was one of a group of people who booked the transmissions. I was one of a team of guys that made it happen. We talked on the phone, at work, for work, for over a year before we met in person. So I guess from that moment on my future life was always going to be influenced by America. I like to think that for all the tragedy that occured on that day, something good came out of 9/11. I met my wife.
It's funny. When we tell this story now to people, about how we met over the phone and then met and then dated trans-atlantically for nearly three years, they say "Oh that's so sweet."
I don't get it. I don't get why that is any more "sweet" than meeting your life partner in a club or a bar. Surely just the fact that you've met someone that you love dearly and want to spend your life with is "sweet" in itself - regardless of the circumstances. Isn't it?
So yeah, that's what brought me to America - eventually - but of course there was a major hurdle called "immigration" that had to be tackled.
I'm guessing a little background info might be helpful - so to fill in what brought me to the U.S. here is a little history.
My story begins on September the 11th, 2001. That tragic day that will forever be remembered around the world. The events so indelibibly etched in our minds that the nomenclature "9/11" is all that is required.
It was actually my day off work that day and when I climbed out of bed and turned on the TV all hell had already broken loose in New York. I work in TV, and worked for a small company in London that sent video signals around the world. My wife (although she didn't know it back then) worked for a large American news network - and as a result of that day, our two respective companies started working together, sending video signals around the world to cover the war in Afghanistan, and later, the war in Iraq. She was one of a group of people who booked the transmissions. I was one of a team of guys that made it happen. We talked on the phone, at work, for work, for over a year before we met in person. So I guess from that moment on my future life was always going to be influenced by America. I like to think that for all the tragedy that occured on that day, something good came out of 9/11. I met my wife.
It's funny. When we tell this story now to people, about how we met over the phone and then met and then dated trans-atlantically for nearly three years, they say "Oh that's so sweet."
I don't get it. I don't get why that is any more "sweet" than meeting your life partner in a club or a bar. Surely just the fact that you've met someone that you love dearly and want to spend your life with is "sweet" in itself - regardless of the circumstances. Isn't it?
So yeah, that's what brought me to America - eventually - but of course there was a major hurdle called "immigration" that had to be tackled.
posted by An Englishman in New York at 11:02 AM
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