The Cost of Things
Even if we can’t make abortion a real alternative for everyone, regardless of their financial circumstances, we can attack the root of the problem: the cost of reliable contraceptives.
In our household accounting spreadsheet, P and I almost forgot to make two separate categories for wedding and immigration expenses; right now they kind of seem like the same thing. The city hall wedding, while a pretty fun engagement with the municipal apparatus—was the first step towards staying in America above board. And like the I-693 described in my last post, the marriage certificate is just one of the many parts of the permanent residency application.
In early December 2014 I went to the doctor for a twinge. Fifty-six days, two surgeries, and countless tests later I’ve been diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease. I could recount for you all the copay and medication costs, but let’s talk about all the things I bought that insurance doesn’t come close to covering.
All-expenses paid. That’s a magical adjective, isn’t it? I think it’s my new favorite—although four-star, first-class, and state-of-the-art are all battling it out for second place.
I just got legally wed at New York City Hall (actually the Office of the City Clerk) and am in the process of applying for family-based permanent residency. That is, a spousal green card. I’ve been in the U.S. in student status (not a visa! Canadians don’t need visas!) since 2008, and since I’m graduating in May, now is the time to make some moves.
Flowers: We forgot to buy any, but the coffee shop we stopped in before the ceremony had little jars of yellow roses on the tables. We asked if we could take one, just for an hour or so, and brought them back after they’d done their part.
A story in receipts.