| Nov. 24th, 2009 @ 02:52 pm Amadeomon Has Digivolved to AMERICAMADEOMON |
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( And Here We Have a Bunch of Americans )
More immediately, my citizenship meant that I needed to go to Chicago-- again-- yesterday and apply for an expedited passport in person. Last month or so, I made the four-hour journey for my citizenship interview. Yesterday, I confirmed that I still hate large metropolitan cities.

Why apply for a passport? Because I am going to the Philippines-- again-- on December 7. The notice for me and my brother's oath-taking ceremony (which was scheduled separately, but which we managed to take simultaneously, praise God) came at rather short notice (like, within the week). We managed to get the day off through the kindness of our superiors, but for a couple of days I was presented with the rather hairy dilemma of choosing to either 1) become an American citizen and have to go through the bother of obtaining a passport fast, or 2) delay my citizenship so I can travel as planned, but risk the annoyance of the American naturalization system, which has a reputation for being somewhat fickle.
I made my decision on Friday.
The good news I found after the fact was that I did not need to apply for a Philippine visa as I had realized and feared last week. We wondered for a while about a legal ambiguity wherein the Philippines still recognizes me as a dual citizen although the US doesn't (thus eliminating the need for a foreigner visa to the Phils at least), but then the question became moot when I learned that I did not need a visa for trips under twenty-one days. Perfect! I'll only be there for seven days or less, depending on arrival-departure and dateline reckonings.
And as far as the whole Phil-Am thing goes, my dear wife-to-be urges me to seek out legal dual-citizenship in an American context if it exists; she has this odd fixation on having our future hybrid mutant children. :D
Anyway, the trip stuff's all taken care of now, and I don't even have to worry about getting the oath-taking notice and ceremony while I'm away-- something that's happened to prospective Americans in quite a few horror stories. I am returning to the birthplace of my fathers one more time to attend my best friend's wedding as his best man. I really, really hate to be so far away from my fiancee for seven days, even more that one of those days is my birthday, and it's a little gnawing that the cost of travel was carved out of funds that could have gone to our wedding war chest, but a promise is a promise.
It's oddly appropriate and symmetrical though-- last year, I went to celebrate death. This year, I return to celebrate life.
Still, for a guy who likes to stay in one place for as long as possible, I sure do travel a lot. Almost as soon as I return, I go to Texas with my family for Christmas. Irony makes philosophers of us all.
God love you and God bless!
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