Whenever I tell people I won a US Green Card, the response I usually get is, “Oh my God! You are so lucky!” But am I? Am I really?
Before I moved to America, I 100 percent thought it was something I wanted to do. I loved America. I still do, but for holidays. Living over there is an entirely different ball game.
I won the lottery the second time I entered it, and as nervous as I was about moving to a new country, I was also excited for a change. I was ready for it… Or so I thought.
Having lived in Sydney my whole life, I was ready to see what life was like on the other side of the world. In hindsight, I probably should’ve just moved to Melbourne.
And then I won the Green Card. The thing about Green Cards is that they don’t come around very often, so winning a Green Card is kind of like when Charlie won the Golden Ticket to go to Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. And that’s how it felt at the time, too… until they started picking off kids one-by-one.
The other thing about scoring a Green Card is that if you have it and you lose it, you can never reapply. That’s it, it’s gone forever.
It seemed like a no-brainer. I mean, they even made a mediocre movie in the 1990’s, starring Andie MacDowell and Gérard Depardieu, about the lengths some people will go to to score a Green Card. Clearly, this was something I had to do. So, off I went to America, specifically LA.