27 year old dream comes true today.

I remember learning about the USA when I first watched the Summer Olympics in L.A. in 1984.

I remember asking my dad, why did that country get all the gold medals
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1984_Summer_Olympics#Medal_table
and then my dad explaining why the supremacy of this nation, and then me asking more and more questions.

Ever since then I admired this country like no other and I wanted to be part of it. I didn’t set foot in it for the first time until 1995 and when I did I loved this place even more.

The attached picture was what my room looked like (when clean) right after I graduated, you can see where/what my mind was set to (the flags I got on my 1995 trip and they were always on display in my room as a way to visualize my goal of coming here). At the time I was being outsourced to code for Pocket PCs, and that was my entry ticket to the US to become a special H1B worker.

Today the dream of becoming an American will come true.

I’ll be on my way to take my oath in a few minutes. Wish me luck.

UPDATE: As of 08:26:56 on 10/26/2011 you’re all stuck with me for good. Howdy fellow Americans, I’m finally a sworn (registered to vote) citizen of the United States of America.

Igualito que en Venezuela

Estando en Vermont, entramos a una tienda donde realizan Vasijas, Potes, etc. todo muy artesanal.

Caminamos hasta adentro, y no hay nadie atendiendo.

Pero dejan un letrero, y un timbre:

Y algo de efectivo por si necesitas cambio 🙂

Que hay que hacer en Venezuela para que podamos vivir asi? Uno no puede entrar a una tienda cualquiera porque siempre hay alguien atras de uno pensando que uno se va a robar algo. No es mejor pensar que la mayoria de las personas no somos criminales?