After a whole lotta time (and money), at 11:00AM on Friday the 13th, I became another proud American. While my main impetus was to avoid having to renew my green card every 10 years, I get the added bonus of finally being able to get a vote in exchange for my tax dollars.
The consultancy I'm working for had shipped me up to the Alberta oil sands for a short term project that seems to be becoming a long term project ... and I therefore missed my original date for naturalization - only a week's notice and no way to get back in time. This time they scheduled me for even further away (Fayetteville, AR instead of Ft Smith) but gave me 3-1/2 weeks notice. I had to get up at 4AM to get there on time, and managed to be 1-1/2 hours early (which allowed me an IHOP visit).
It was an interesting, and moving, ceremony ... the judge was an old friend of Sam Walton and was appointed to the bench 3 months after Sam passed away. He gave a moving speech, using himself and Sam Walton as examples, on the possibilities for those who made use of their opportunities, whether born here or becoming naturalized. That was the moving part. The interesting part was the makeup of the applicants. Being in northern Arkansas, I would have thought it would be substantially different ... and please don't think I'm being racist in noting the mix: 5 Vietnamese, 1 Cambodian, 1 Pakistani, 2 Tiawanese, 1 Ukrainian, 1 Canadian and 25 from Mexico. This must've been more common than I'd thought since the INS officer was very proficient (much experience apparently) in calling latin names.
I need to check with Guinness to see what the record for citizenships is ... I now hold 3, since the States stopped requiring formal renouncement of previous citizenship quite a while ago.