After almost 13 years of waiting for my green card … it has finally come. I learned of this through a phone call from my attorney, Frieda Wong, on Friday night.

Tears of joy… which I probably have not experienced for a DAMN long time. Salty tear drops on my face and a froggie sound from my throat. In fact, it’s not just a release. As a Chinese-born Singaporean, an active world traveler, I see, understand and appreciate the United States of America, the only place for freedom of speech, perhaps more than Americans themselves. Especially when I am living in a magnetized city like NYC

So how did I celebrate this occasion? I shared my happy feelings with nine people who wrote my reference letters with phone calls, making homemade food, buying dinners for them, etc. But the most important of all, for myself, I brought my handmade paper flower to the Hudson River that evening, gazed at the river and quarter moon. With one long stretch of my appreciative right hand, one red flower carried my beloved message by the stream…

So now “Thank God It’s Friday!” would make more logical sense to me.