Three years ago.
A weekend in Chicago.
A marathon run.
Loud restaurants and big crowds.
A lost debit card.
Tourists at the galleries.
Bus rides to Indy.
Foiled plans.
A closed museum.
A long ride to the airport.
One plane ticket home.
A ring in a pocket.
The departure lounge of an airport.
A proposal.
A ‘Yes’.
A missed flight home.
Me + You on our immigration journey Home.
xo
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