I’m smack bang in the middle of the process to apply for my O-1 Visa for America. I need to prove that I am an ‘alien of extraordinary ability’ – apparently being able to juggle or consume a Whopper burger in under 10 seconds won’t cut the mustard, so I have my work cut out for me.
I’ve decided to get an apartment in downtown Manhattan, I can commute to Los Angeles for work, but it means that I can always have my dose of stale hot dogs, attempted muggings and deranged cab drivers Manhattan style. Life is good.
