Mi casa es su casa.

My husband, tired and now sleeping after a long-hard week of work, will soon be trying to accustom himself to my way of living rather than the other way around. So, with this glass of Sauvignon Blanc that I am currently finishing I can't help but think about how this all will affect him. What will he think? How will he feel?

I want us to have a better life than what we have here, but the last thing I want is for him to be as miserable as I am right now living in his mothers house. But I still can't help but feel excitement when I think about all the places I am going to take him, all the places I want to show him.

What if this is just me being selfish though. I miss my family and friends. I miss college. I miss my independence. But what happens when he misses Chile? It's not like we will be able to come back so easily.

Just a few thought's I've had. I know I don't write here that often, but hopefully someone still reads this...

Green card.

So we are finally starting the visa process for Andres even though we don't have every little thing we need, we can at least get started. If everything works out the they that we are hoping we should be home by mid-end of august. I am so excited that I can't even put it into words. We have been waiting for this for so long and have been through so much and made so many sacrifices.

I want a good life with my husband. I want to share MY life with him, I want him to see how I view the world. I've spent the last year and a half living in his world so I feel like it's time that he lives in mine. Plus he knows I'm not happy here in Santiago, but he also knows I won't go back alone again.

I did that once already and my close friends and family know exactly how that went for me, Andres knows how that went for me. I was miserable for four months straight. I never want that again. I will stay here in Chile as long as it takes. We married each other to be together and it will stay like that.