I used to think of immigration as a problem for the migrant poor, not something that affected college-educated global citizens. I now know that getting a work permit is a complicated and often heartbreaking process, no matter who you are. Thanks to months of pitching articles to whoever would let me write them – not to mention a good lawyer – I finally obtained an O visa this year. I don’t have to get married, to a man or a job, to have a career in the United States. But I was able to stay only because I had the time, resources, and support to make it work. For most people, the odds are stacked against them from beginning to end.

Atossa Araxia Abrahamian, “Home is Where the Green Card Is” (via linabell)