Learned a lesson from "whistle" written by Franklin, I insist on not paying too much for anything seems worthy. The majority of immigrant struggling for their GCs and get stuck in their half of their career lives. What the hell you get, the feeling of host? The flexibility of changing jobs? A house, a BMW, a Lexus? Wait a minute, see what you've been suffered, always threaten by getting lay of, your well-educated wife become a nanny or a waitress, or better, an accountant, which still belongs to the low income class. Hesitate in investment in real estate because of moving, pay the hard working-earned money to the college which sucks to maintain the status. Being apart from your lover for years. Plenty of bad memories? This one maybe kills you; you miss your parents and the barking of your dog over and over again.
If I am a child, I would cry for knowing paid too much for a whistle, but as an adult, not anymore. You just swallow those bitterness and pretend to get the peace in your mind, finally, god knows, the fight between going back and not never ends in your brain. I can live a upper class life in my own country but only middle class here, I am rich only when my properties are priced by dollars. Most people here can afford children’s tuition fee in China and a nice apartment, your child is born an America. You will get the GC after he\she is 21, no worries about the annuities. The difference is you drive a Honda in a place where others drive benz or you drive a Honda in a place where others drive Toyota.
Where should I keep the GC after you get it? The most secret safe in my house or the pocket of my jeans? The more you paid, the more you are afraid of losing it. I wish I could go back home treated as a successful, accompany my parents, celebrate the Chinese festival with my relatives. But how can I give up the card for those I sacrifice. I just begin to enjoy my days in the U.S. although it is as it was; meanwhile I never forget going back to the town I was born at least once a year. I wish I did not paid that much, once there is a chance, I would dare to move my family back; seriously, my wife is a truly Asian beauty and brilliant in Karaoke.
The rich has so many choices that they won't miss anything; the luxury the position, the respect, the envies, the poor has no choice but stay in their own country or the U.S. The middles class, you can't choose the place you were born, but you can choose the place you are buried.