I’ve been lurking on Reddit for quite some time, but I finally feel bold enough to share something quite personal to me in the hopes that it inspires someone else. I’ll keep it short!
When I was in middle school, around 2013, my father lost his job. He worked in mining in Mongolia, and due to financial situations, my family of five moved to the United States temporarily. Thankfully, my parents had my siblings and myself learning English, which is a huge privilege back in Central Asia, so my transition was bearable.
Flash forward to today. My parents have gone back to Mongolia, unwilling to move forward with the citizenship process here. However, I am taking steps to become an American citizen, and even studying at an American university. This has been unbelievably costly spiritually, financially, and emotionally. However, I found the strength to move on through the people of the United States.
So, to conclude, I wanted to share this story of how my life has been improved dramatically by my experience immigrating here, and building a bridge between the US and Mongolia.
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source https://www.reddit.com/r/immigration/comments/pl1kwq/my_story/