On Independence Day, July 4, 2011, I swore a solemn oath before a federal judge on the afterdeck of the warship USS Constitution in Boston Harbor, and by doing so I became, after half a century of dreaming, a naturalized American citizen. The following day I acquired my voter’s registration card; a week later I was issued my first American passport, a document on which I have traveled ever since. When I returned to Kennedy Airport after my first trip overseas as an American, I was little prepared for my reaction when the immigration officer remarked with casual warmth, “Welcome home.” I felt almost overwhelmed by at last now being a part of all of this. 2011年7月4日独立日，我在波士顿港的宪法号军舰后甲板上，在联邦法官面前庄严宣誓，经过半个世纪的梦想，我成为了一名归化美国公民。第二天，我拿到了我的选民登记卡；一周后，我拿到了我的第一本美国护照，从那以后，我就一直用它旅行。当我作为美国人第一次出国旅行后回到肯尼迪机场时，当移民官员漫不经心地热情地说：“欢迎回家”时，我对自己的反应几乎没有准备我几乎被现在成为这一切的一部分所压倒。