FINANCIAL HARDSHIP RELOCATING TO USA
However, financially, things didn't work out. Without my children, We made the difficult decision to leave everything behind and relocate to the United States.
This was a leap of faith, a desperate attempt to find a fulfilling life for myself and my children. The move was filled with uncertainty and fear, but also with a glimmer of hope.
I was leaving behind everything that was familiar, stepping into the unknown with nothing but my ambition, desire to create a better life and the love for my children to guide me.
It was decided that my daughter would reside with my in-laws, while my son would stay with my mother in Mumbai.
It was mentally devastating for me to digest the fact that both babies were going to be separated from me, as well as from each other.
I was angry, tired, and exhausted, and questioned God, "Why me? Had I not suffered enough? First disease, then financial problems, and now separation from my kids?"
Looking back, my husband was truly my rock, a solid pillar of strength and support. Together, we made a conscious decision to face any obstacle destiny placed in our paths, we would face it head-on and make our dreams a reality.
The failure of one business venture was never a signal to surrender; instead, it fueled our determination. We knew our worth – we were smart, educated, hardworking, ambitious, and yes, even a handsome couple with a shared vision! We simply refused to let fate prematurely dim our spotlight.
I truly believe that life is an ongoing journey of trial and error, and giving up is never an option. In fact, I've learned that the more times you stumble and pick yourself back up, the more opportunities you create for eventual triumph. Each setback is just a redirection, a lesson learned, and a step closer to where you're meant to be
I believe the right opportunities will come in time, one just has to wait patiently. I also believe that finding a perfect career requires a special kind of divine orchestration and it is an unique process guided by a higher power that unfolds in its own time.
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STARTING A NEW LIFE IN THE US
In Atlanta, we had to start from the ground up. We stumbled through numerous roadblocks including cultural adjustments and the challenge of working in a fast food establishment. For some time, we lived in a trailer, completely in contrast from the comfortable life I had once known.
This experience was a humbling one, stripping away any pretense and forcing me to confront the harsh truth of starting over. I learned to adapt, to be resourceful, and to find strength in the face of adversity.
Anyways, this is life! No, my life. Living in a Trailer Park and working at a Dairy Queen was not easy that too sharing with other two workers. We had a tiny room and a common kitchen, shower, and living room. We were like zombies, waking up early in the morning, working until late, and returning home to eat and sleep.
We repeated this every day. In the middle of the night, I would wake up and reminisce restlessly about my kids and cry myself to sleep. The only good part was that we were making money, which we had always been deprived of, and we hoped this would all lead to a better life.
Even as success smiled upon us and our earnings grew, a part of my heart ached with the knowledge that our children were in India. That thought would sometimes gnaw at me, creating a bittersweet undercurrent to our days. There were moments of pure joy, quickly followed by pangs of longing. We knew we had to be financially secure before uniting them with us
.Even in my darkest moments, I never imagined being physically separated from my kids for months.
During quiet moments, stealing a break amidst the beauty of the countryside, I would often find myself reflecting on our journey – the struggles, the leaps of faith, everything that had led us to that point. It was truly astonishing, the uncertainty of it all, like being puppets dancing to a tune we couldn't quite predict. Choices felt like a luxury we couldn't afford; it was simply about moving forward or retreating as losers. But within us burned a stubborn refusal to be defeated.
In a way, we were at odds with fate, but I held a profound belief that the victory was well within our reach and we just had to be patient.
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