I will take 3 Polish and a chicken bake and 4 sodas please.
Taking the food back to the table where my family are waiting I take the drink orders and go fill up our cups.
Costco is crazy.
It is huge. It has everything you probably want for your home.
And it has great chicken bakes.
So we sit in the food court area in the Costco near Salem Oregon, we are still on our way back to Belingham but decide to take a major detour to go visit some friends.
It is the end of August.
We sit reflecting on the summer we have had.
My phone starts to ring.. Rachel’s Mum has received some important mail with my name on it.
We beg her to open it.
It has arrived.
I can now work legally.
The emotion overwhelms. I cry.
In the middle of Costco food court.
With a chicken bake in hand. I cry.
Now this seems a strange thing to be happy to get… Now I get to work but really what this means is that I am here legally for 10 years. And I don’t have to worry about being split up for 10 years.
It is a fear you see. Seperation has taken an affect on me.
We go back to our friends house and that afternoon I secure my first job interview in America.
I will be interviewing at a door manufactoring plant. Something I have never ever done before.
Do I understand the American version of measurements? NO.
Have I ever worked in a mill before? NO.
Will that stop me? No.
I can smile easy again.