Thirty years

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November 16th will be my anniversary of moving to the US. I came here in 1992 so that makes it thirty years living in this country. When I first moved here with my family we lived in Brooklyn, NYC. Then my parents bought their first house in Staten Island (in 1998 I think) so we moved there and we've been living in Staten Island ever since. My parents eventually bought a different house in Staten Island, closer to the Verrazzano Bridge, and we moved there but the first house was never sold. Now I am actually living (with my husband) in the first house my parents had bought then. I've been living here again since 2015. I never thought I'd be back living here. The house is paid off though and my mom makes us pay only $800 a month, so it's hard to pass up, even though I'd move elsewhere. Rent these days is very high. Won't find anything good and in a good neighborhood for $800 and with utilities included, let alone a house. This house is actually next to a cemetery where my dad, three of my grandparents, and some other relatives are buried. When I stand on the street next to mine I can actually see it in the distance. Of course, if I want to visit their graves I have to go all the way to the other side as there is no entrance near me. Living next to the cemetery makes me feel like they are close to me, though they are no longer here.