blog-source/content/moving_to_~~the_us~~_new_york.md

Title: Moving to th̶e̶ ̶U̶S̶ ̶New York
Date: 2019-02-04T20:08-05:00
Author: Wxcafé
Category: 
Slug: content/moving_to_new_york

So, uh, yeah. Even though it might not have been evident if you extrapolated my
sleep cycle from my twitter activity, I've always lived in France, I was born
there and I grew up there. About a month and a half ago I took the plane to get
to my next place of living: NYC.

### Why the *fuck* move to the US?

So that's the obvious question. Why, *why*, would anyone move from a civilized
country, with healthcare and free university and all the amenities that society
has given us and that allows us to leave less people dying in the streets
and more people living happily (don't worry though, the liberal government in
France is well on the way of tearing apart those social protections like most of
the rest of Europe). Why leave friends, family, and familiarity to go live in
a quasi-fascist country, where the two political parties are slightly different
brands of the same right-wing soup and where history starts 250 years ago
(because the colonizers massacred most of those that actually had a history
there)?

Well, uh, that's a good fucking question. It's one I'm not actually sure I've
got a satisfactory answer to, actually. There are, however, *a few* points that
made me want to move to the US:

- **New York**. That city is... Different. I wouldn't know how to put it, but in the
  few months that I've spent there over the years, I always wanted to live here.
  The atmosphere there is special, and it feels magical to me. I feel at home
  there.
- **Opportunity**. I *know* this is a cliché. I know. Still, it seems like the
  US is where things happen, and where tech in particular *is*.
- **Being where things are**. I don't know if I can express this clearly, but
  living in France and yet having so many friends in the US, it seemed to me
  like I was excluded from the world. I'm not saying the world outside of the US
  doesn't exist or doesn't matter. I'm saying, at least to me, it feels like
  there's always where you live *and* the US. Most people don't keep tabs on
  Spanish or Finnish politics, at least not closely. But most everyone (at least
  in Europe) keeps a close eye on US politics, because obviously it influences
  and impacts every other country. I think living like that would be fine, and
  I wouldn't pay it any mind, if I didn't know people in the US closely. But
  I do, and it felt awful to me.
- **I'm fucking dumb**. Or rather, I *was* fucking dumb (I might still be, but
  that's not proven definitively. That I *was* is proven, on the other hand)
  when I made that decision. In my defense, though, I was 15 and completely
  oblivious to everything that made the US awful. I only saw the few points
  I listed before, and I thought that this sounded great! Why not move to this
  place!

  ... I've matured a little bit since then.
- **Privilege**. This is obvious. I'm a cis white guy who works in tech. Yes,
  I'm queer, but it's not apparent. Yes, I have convictions, but once again it's
  not apparent. I don't face any kind of discrimination, never did, and most
  likely never will. All the "no healthcare, free university, …" points are
  moot in my case. I've already graduated, and even if I wanted to do
  get a postgraduate degree I just could, because I work in tech, and in that
  industry salaries are incredibly high compared to the actual work done (and
  even more so compared to the benefit to society provided...). Point here
  being, I don't actually have to worry too much for my safety. Of course,
  I have convictions, so I will be (and am) fighting the authoritative regime
  that's in place, but still: I have the *possibility* to ignore it.


### Okay, that wasn't very convincing, but alright. But *how* the fuck did you move there?

So, yeah. That's *why*. Now, what about *how*?
Becoming a US citizen is a painful and complicated process, that is also usually
pretty expensive. It generally involves getting a work visa to the US, then
a green card (or "permanent resident card"), which allows one to become a legal
permanent resident of the US. Then, after five years, one can ask to begin the
naturalization process, which after a test of English and of general knowledge
of US politics and history, allows you to get in a room, declare your allegiance
to the flag, and sing The Star Spangled Banner, after which you're a US citizen.

I'm currently at the "has a green card" step, and I got there by... having
a father who's a US citizen. I already talked about how I'm privileged in the
previous part, but uh. Yeah. Obviously, immigration for me isn't the same as
immigration for a lot of people, and all the immigration workers have been
generally well-meaning and helpful, which is far from the norm in US immigration
services.

So, yeah, that's how I moved. Took a place mid-December, stayed with family for
a few weeks until I found a place, then moved, and now I live in my apartment in
central Brooklyn.

### Alright, and what are you gonna do now?

Well... pretty much the same as before. I'm still working at
[Gandi](https://gandi.net), only I'm working remote now. A few of the orgs I was
volunteering with in France, I can still help from here, or when I go back there
from time to time, but there is also plenty to do here, so I'm starting to
organize with local orgs (like DSA, for example), and I'm trying to help where
I can. And of course I'm still going to write stuff on here, maybe a bit more
regularly now that moving from a continent to another is mostly done. Mastodon
is still up, twitter is mostly still up, and I'm still fiddling with computers!
Only, now I'm doing it in the US, and we can get a drink sometime if you live
there too.