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
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?