20 years ago a young family with a child packed up their belongings in the two suitcases they were allowed and left the USSR for good on their way to America. That was my family and I’m the child. I was 6 at the time so I don’t remember much of the journey, but I can tell you it took several months of travel before we were able to finally arrive in the US, unlike our other family members who we sent for as soon as we were able, who just hopped on a direct flight. We had to live in Rome for some time, in someone’s garage with several other immigrant families. Then we went to Vienna if I remember correctly. I don’t know how long we were and what all the different steps were to the journey, though I’m sure I could ask my parents and they could tell me every detail. All I know is it was tough, and it was a good thing that I was a young kid.  So 20 years ago, today, June 25, we left a communist country to move to the free world.

And two years ago tomorrow, June 26, hubby and I left the crazy and too socialist for anyone’s good state of California (or Kalifornia as we like to call it) and moved to Texas. And it’s been great.

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