Immigrant, the Golden Side
Following a comment on a previous post, I ended up on this blog. It's a cool blog, too bad it's dormant. I browsed through and read this post, a personal experience about this serious and interesting subject that is selective immigration [1] .
I've always had restless feet. I left France when I was 15, studies in three different countries, lived in no less than a few cities, worked abroad and next door, learned languages. And here I am in Germany. Where I moved to not because of economical reasons (on the contrary to Sourisdansroquefort), but in part thanks to economical reasons. I was kind of unemployed at the time I met my German Man and moved to live with him.
So I moved for love. Not so much love of a country, as you may have gathered reading this blog, but for love of a person. Still. I am part of those selective immigrants. Not those selected by a selective immigration policy, but of those who can afford to be picky as to where they are going to go. I could probably have chosen to immigrate pretty much where I wanted. Of course, some countries are easier to get to than others, but still. I am French and apart from sounding sexy when I speak a foreign language, it is an etiquette I find easy to wear, and it has always been so, even in Freedom-fries ridden America. Easier than many others.
I've always wondered if that gave me the right to shut up, or rather the right to criticize, since I chose to come and didn't "have to come" in any way. I guess I'll have to think about this further. In any case, it's a cool tag to have, that of "Immigrant who chose".
Notes
[1] This is the original article in English on which the French article cited by Sourisdansroquefort at the end of her post
Comments
Oooh, thanks for finding my blog cool! As for the dormancy, well, I found other urgent stuff to do... Like, finishing the PhD I wrote about one year ago (aaaah), and still in progress. Oh my, I really have to improve my deadline setting. One year delay is definitely too much.