Month: April 2015

Day 11: Getting a Social Security Number

October 24, 2014 I’ve been making myself nervous to go to the social security office, fearing that they would give us a hard time, not understanding his status and his paperwork. I looked up what I would need on the social security website for a noncitizen, and whether he would be eligible, and when that got a bit confusing, I finally went to our godsend page, Visa Journey. One quick search for social security number brought up a page with everything we need to bring and all the steps we need to take to ensure success in securing a SSN. They had the link to the website proving that with a K1 visa he was eligible for a SSN, as well as the application and information on what supporting documents to bring; there was one document they told us to bring that I never would’ve known existed, the I-94. So we planned to go this morning; I would go to work late. Parking was easy, thankfully, and we walked to 400 Poydras Street, a massive …

Day 3: Eating Donuts!

October 16, 2014 I’ve been talking about donuts for months now. I’m sure Efrem was getting tired of hearing about my detours to get a donut and coffee from District Donuts, but they are like pillows of heaven in your mouth—not too sweet and true to the labelled flavor. So naturally, once he got here we were going to get donuts. I waited a couple of days though, making sure he had the traditional beignet his first morning in New Orleans at Cafe du Monde. But by Thursday, he was looking at me like, ‘okay, you keep talking about these donuts, when am I going to eat one?’ So Thursday morning we went for breakfast and luckily they had some good flavors. He had a vietnamese iced coffee donut (one of my favorites!—cream filled with some tapioca bubbles), and I had a Thai Iced Tea donut. I hoped I hadn’t hyped up the donut experience too much, but when I looked across the table, I knew…it was love at first bite. He decided we needed …

Days 2 through…: Cleaning House

October 15, 2014 -… I was pretty proud of the job I did cleaning and making space before Efrem got here. I turned my bed around and created two night stands, I moved furniture and cleared space to construct and fit an external closet rack for his clothes, I deep cleaned from top to bottom. Clearly, I was deluded to think that was sufficient. Since arriving, he’s been picking up my things one by one and asking if I really need this or that; basically trying to “help” me declutter with gentle urging that some things could go in the trash. He does it so nicely too, “Is this something that we really need?” (in a sugary tone of voice) or “Baby, this (area) would look really nice if…” *sigh* I mean, some of my stuff, honestly, could be put out of sight or given away, but there are other things we definitely argued over. First, we got into it over “all the balls?” (meaning the mardi gras beads). I thought I’d done a pretty …