A Story of Our Own

Our Lexington Family

Every firm has important milestones throughout its life. Most milestones represent a significant firm-wide accomplishment such as growth goals, revenue goals, client satisfaction standards and other industry recognized benchmarks. For us at Lexington Wealth, is important to also celebrate the milestones of our LWM family. Who we are, ultimately defines what we are. In this very intimate “Insights” we want to share a milestone of one of our own, our Head of Operations & Marketing, Jordi Mullor. Jordi recently obtained his Permanent Resident status (Greencard) and for those of you who have experienced the long and very demanding process of becoming a permanent resident, you can empathize with the significance of the feat. Jordi came to the Unites States under a full college scholarship for tennis more than 13 years ago, and since then, he has gone through the wearying immigration process that started with a student visa to then transitioning to a work visa to finally obtaining his permanent resident status more than a decade after.

During a small gathering organized to celebrate this moment, he shared with all of us what it meant to become a permanent resident. We want to now share it with you, our extended LWM family. Below is an extract of his speech:

“What it means to become a permanent resident”
by Jordi Mullor

Last night, as I starting thinking of how could I best describe what this moment means to me and my family, I dug into some of my most distant memories about the early steps of this unpredictable journey in my life almost 15 years ago that brought me to where I am today. The cold mornings taking the SATs, TOEFLs, ACTs and other exams that I can’t recall at a testing center 6 hours away from home or the infinite tennis practices that took over family time on a daily basis. The many summer vacations that ceased to exist and all those birthday parties that I couldn’t attend; the friends that understood my dreams and those who didn’t and had to be left behind. All for what I always thought was a greater good, a college scholarship in the US. The list of lucky circumstances I got myself into that culminate in today’s celebration can go on and on and I can safely say today that I don’t regret any.

Today I would like to share two stories that I think are worth mentioning. The first one, a story of the never-ending search for home away from home. I stumbled across this quote from an Irish refugee that after the war, he faced relocation without an option to come back home.

“Maybe your country is only a place you make up in your own mind. Something you dream about and sing about. Maybe it’s not a place on the map at all, but just a story full of people you meet and places you visit, full of books and films you’ve been to. I’m not afraid of being homesick and having no language to live in. I don’t have to be like anyone else. I’m walking on the wall and nobody can stop me.” -Irish Refugee

You see, immigrants, unlike tourists, don’t take luggage when they travel, they leave it behind to start again. I want you to think of that for a second. When you leave home with a one way ticket in your hand and the possibility of not coming back home as part of the equation, your perspective of home changes significantly.

The homelessness hits everyone at some point. For some, it is when completing the formal legal tasks when you realize you are not home. I am referring to those necessary but tedious ones like opening a bank account or obtaining a cellphone in a country with no personal history or legal guardian at the age of 18 while speaking a foreign language. You are constantly being referred as “alien” in all checkboxes and for most of us, the only description of “alien” we can relate to is that one from a Hollywood movie about this space creature eating people. Not ideal to say the least. For others, it is the first time you go to the grocery store and realize you don’t just have to buy food on your own, but you have never seen this type food or brands before. It is an overwhelming feeling. But this story is not about the challenges that many face, is about what you miss being away from home. In my case, the death of three grandparents, four aunts, more than a dozen friends’ weddings, a few graduations, many coffees with my mom on Sunday mornings over a croissant or fruit, and the many more dinners with my dad to talk about nothing but would have meant everything. Being away from your loved ones becomes a part of living that you can never get used to. You truly live in an eternal search for those deep connections around you, and I would argue that this void is the main reason that immigrants understand each other better, because we see something from home in all of us.

The second story is something you might not know, but I’ll share amongst us. Back in 2003, when I found out I was coming to the US, my dad got the letter first, called me on my cell, and with my mom on the line told me…”you made it, you are going to college in the US…”. I was able to hear his fear, his sadness, his concerns, but most importantly his happiness and how proud he was. My dad is a family person, works constantly on keeping everyone together and now he was letting part of that family free. Two weeks ago I got similar call, also from family, this time, with a female voice, saying….”congrats…we made it. You are a permanent resident…” I could hear how genuine she was, full of happiness for me, also concerned, but most importantly proud of my accomplishment, our accomplishment. Kristine and I have been through a few roadblocks together, she was the one that extended more than a helping hand a few years back when I needed family in my life, and like all families, you might not see them all the time, but you know you can count on them when it’s needed. Kristine, thank you for being family when I needed it. I could not imagine getting that call from someone else, but you…so thank you.

To close, I have to say that you all have been so important to me to get to this moment, each of you in a very special way, so thank you from the bottom of my heart, and please know, that I am not just happy, but proud, to consider you all an extended part of my family,  in what I can finally call, my Home.

Thanks for being part of our family!

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