29

Yesterday was the 29th anniversary of our immigration to the Unites States.

Twenty nine years ago, we were exhausted, overwhelmed, and bewildered. Trying to find our way in a new country, trying to adjust, trying to survive.

Hot dogs - seriously? Who are these people?

Wonder Bread - ugh, what is it made of?

Random people waving at you and saying hi - omg, is there something on my face?    

Sour cream - why is it so solid and jelly-like? 

School - wow! so many people! from so many places! 

Streets of our town - why is no one walking in the streets? 

Streets of our town - cars actually stop for pedestrians! Amazing and unexpected! 

Twenty nine years in the US... My kids have been born here. I've come to love so many things (but not wonder bread, or doughnuts, or marshmallows) about living here. National and state parks! Basic life comforts (like, toilet paper in most public toilets... rest areas when you are driving....)! Career opportunities! My kids growing up as part of a local Jewish community! Quality dental and medical care (sky-high expensive, but definitely very, very good).

How would have things worked out if we were able to stay in Latvia in the 90's? Honestly, I don't wonder about that too much.