I met an American woman and got married so I had to get a job.
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I didn't go looking to marry an American, it just kinda happened like that.
I married an American. He was from the Pacific Northwest but went to law school in the South, so I was living in Virginia and North Carolina.
I met my wife in Oxford, fell in love with her, and followed her to New York. I was an illegal there for the first few years, until we got married, so I ended up doing lots of interesting jobs, some for a few days, some for a few months.
I'm married to an American. I work for a company that is, you know, its headquarters in the U.S.
I consider myself incredibly fortunate to be a woman working in America. It looks very different to be a working woman in other places in the world.
When I first immigrated to the United States, there were not many jobs that stood out. So I worked at a gas station, cleaning.
I always said there's no way I'd work in America because I'm too weird and I'm too old, but somehow it's happened.
I had to get out of America to get a professional life going where I could actually make a living.
My mom came to the U.S. very young, and then she married very young. But she was never American. She was always Scottish and would make sure that I knew that I was, too.
I'd met a woman and I got married, but the money ran out right away. I hadn't had a job for seven months, and it just came over me that I was never going to work again. It hit me.
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