Migrate. I started the process of migrating my wordpress.com site, to a wordpress.org one, weeks ago. And though I had Googled the WordPress out of the world wide web, even the “Dummy” versions of instructions proved too complicated as they required knowledge of basic code and database management. I am so very good at so many things, but I thrive on working with the alphabet more so than with numbers and signs and symbols. And so I invested $129 and purchased the official WordPress Guided Transfer so that the ” WordPress Happiness Engineers” did all the work, on both the front and back ends, for me. So my site’s been migrated “successfully” now for two weeks. What does this mean? Well, from your end nothing much yet, it was a seamless migration so everything should still “look and feel” the same to you. But from my end, it’s both encouraging and disheartening. Installations and plugins and glitches in codes is making this learning process more than frustrating. Besides “look and feel” options, I have the capabilities to do so much more now in the way of interacting with followers of the site. You.
Please be patient.
Immigrate. I was born in Korea and raised in New York City. I’m a NYer through and through. I’m American, but my blood is Korean. My immigration from Korea to America happened when I was just three. I remember nothing about that day, save for the greeting I received arriving at the gate at JFK, of how I cried and threw dirty Korean profanities at my parents and aunts, uncles, grandparents and more of the Korean and insane. Having been raised by my paternal grandmother from birth in Korea, while my parents made a home and started a business on the lower east side of Manhattan, I have always been grateful that my parents put down roots for me on the lower east side. The roots are deep and much of my family is, as of right now, sitting with no power in two different buildings right by the East River unaware of the magnitude of what just happened. New York has seen worse and better days. And so my parents bore the brunt of my immigration, sparing me of things harder than adjusting to a mere time difference between Seoul and Manhattan. My immigration to the United States was seamless, and my parents were my “Happiness Engineers”.
Emigrate. In January 4, 2011 I left the United States behind. I believed, then, that I had the best reason ever for doing so. I still believe this, and I am now almost at the two-year mark as an expat living in Belgium. I still come across people here who ask incredulously,”Why would you leave New York to live here?!” and though I’m always taken aback by their lack of tact, I always smile and respond the same way. “For love, and to start a family.” I have never felt so whole in my life as I do now as a wife and mother and still, myself. I’m not the first to do such a thing and I certainly know I won’t be the last. But emigrating from the U.S. was not so seamless. Having been born in Korea, and also a citizen of the U.S., I had endless documents to be translated and multiple embassy visits to be made and questions and answers for months. But now here I am, thousands of miles from the U.S., and now especially as I struggle to reach family members who have been affected by Sandy I am reminded that my home is here in Belgium but my heart away from home will always be New York.
Incidentally, migrate/immigrate/emigrate are all verbs. But they differ in context and meaning. Do you know the subtleties around them?
Migrate: Moving to another area, be it animal or human or a WordPress site.
Immigrate: Entering a country in order to live there permanently.
Emigrate: Leaving one’s country in order to go live in another country.
In essence, immigration is about entrance and emigration is about exit. But it’s still migration. It’s still boils down to movement. Never stop moving.