This is our story.
My name is Parissa Shiralian. I am 29 years old and need your help starting my new life. I have always had a hard time asking for help. Mostly because there was never anyone in my immediate family to provide the help. I have been blessed in other ways. I have amazing friends and acquaintances who have been supportive throughout my life. Some still with me, and some lost. I have been on my own since I was 13 and I have always done everything with prayer and self reflection. If not for the family I have created for myself there is no telling where I would be. I am aware that people all over the world have struggles, traumas, and mountains of their own to climb. I know in my heart that whatever you want in life, you must work hard for it and earn it for yourself. I value hard work and effort. I have worked hard, and I have done this all my life but I am ready to ask for help because some things feel impossible to accomplish alone.
I have always been drawn to England and it has always been a whisper in the back of my mind to visit the land. I never had a strong enough reason to visit the country until my younger sister introduced me to friend of hers, James Healey. What started as a meaningful friendship during the first lockdown of the corona virus pandemic, later blossomed into love. We both shared our pain and our almost identical history of trauma. We shared laughter and emotional support that got us through some of the darkest days of our lives. We promised that one day we would meet. We didn't know how this could happen but we set a date. I saved as much money as I could. I worked hard and was even homeless for a few months. We discussed every trial and every possible outcome and together we fought to stay strong.
As mentioned earlier I have been on my own and have struggled on my own for most of my life. I saw my first experience of homelessness when I was 15 because my mother was put in jail and my father wasn't present. That is a story for another time and place. My point is that I have lived in four different states and have lived in countless cities of those states. I have always been in search for the feeling of home. Not just a sense of home within myself but an actual place. A place to lay down roots, and a place to start a family. I have always been in search of a place for me to call home.
Eventually I had saved enough money to purchase a plane ticket for a visit. I spent two months with James and it was the most beautiful two months of my life. Our love felt honest, compassionate, giving, trusting, and full of hope. Not only are we so in love with one another.. but I am so in love with England. The moment I flew over England and looked out the window at the land, my heart sunk and I felt that this was my home. It was a very emotional experience that I had not experienced before in my travels. It was such a foreign feeling but at the same time I felt I had finally made it. I was finally home.
Saying goodbye to James and England was the most heart breaking thing I ever endured. It was like ripping a child away from its mother. There is really no other suitable way to describe the feeling. It was awful. Days before, we both knew I had to leave and we were hysterical because there was no way we could know for certain when we would see each other again. We had come up with one plan. The plan was that this would be the last time we would ever have to endure this pain and heartbreak. We promised that the next time we saw each other would be when England would be my home and we would share that home together.
We looked into every option for us to be together. We had three options: 1. Get married, 2. Tier 2 work visa, or 3. Renounce my USA citizenship, declare myself stateless and apply to become a UK citizen. Of course at this point in our investigation we were faced with the realities of our current income and finances. We have both been greatly affected by the pandemic. James lost his job working in a warehouse. He has aspirations to become a firefighter but this has also been delayed and money is still a hindrance for that endeavour. I am a certified phlebotomy technician aspiring to pursue the healing arts. I hope to one day become a mental health counsellor/ family therapist and start a family of my own.
We love one another very much. We want to be married one day but we want to also be ready and not rush marriage just for the sake of citizenship. We want to be married as a reward at the end of all triumph. The route I have decided to take is to renounce my USA citizenship and become a UK citizen. I am asking all family, friends, acquaintances, and strangers to help us be together for this new chapter of our lives.
Your donations will help fund:
Renouncing USA citizenship = $2350.00
UK Citizenship Registration =$1591.08
Ceremony fee =$105.54
Biometric information (fingerprinting and photo for application) = $25.33
A one way plane ticket to the UK = $1187.37
Total needed: $5259.32 dollars
I thank you for your time to read about our story. I am grateful for all the help we can get to be together. Never in our lives have we ever been in a situation where their was a price to happiness. However, these are the cards we have been dealt with and we are trying our best to use the tools and resources available to us to achieve our dreams. We send all of our love and prayers that this works (even just a little).
Parissa & James
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