10-12 Years.
That's the Timeline.
Hearing those words took the wind out of my sails.
It hit me harder than I thought it would.
It made me wonder what comes next.
Do I keep going? Do I go for it all?
Do I quit? Just go home and have a pretty great life back home in India.
That's not who I am.
That's not why I am here.
That's not what 19-year-old me dreamt of.
I dreamt. For years.
And now, I am a dreamer of the day.
Committed to my dream.
To this journey.
To this country.
To my future bloodline.
I'm all in.
Citizen by 40? That leaves me with about 50 great years to make even more of a difference here.
As a citizen. As an American.
In my dream land.
Doing it the right way.
Now, always, and forever.
I don't know any other way.
I will continue scratching, clawing, sweating, crying, and bleeding.
To be an American.
I love this land.
I love this country.
And I am going to be a part of what makes it better than it has ever been.
No matter how lofty and impossible it may seem, I call my shot.
Every. Single. Time.
Going for it all.
I don't know any other way to do it.
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