Next Stop

I've not much to say today, through a blurry haze of well-medicated PMS. Though I promised Miss Jess a posted rant against her usually-fabulous boyfriend of six and a half years who seems to have lost his mind, and will perhaps, lose his girl as well if he doesn't shape up, I'm in far too much pain to focus my negative energies - of which I have little anymore anyway.
I'm popping warhead sized mefta-spaz like they're candies - furthering my inability to articulate the boyfriend conundrum at this time. So I'll leave that off for another and spend a moment rambling.
I figure a half-conscious, menstrual cramp littered post is better than none at all and I would hate to leave Miss Jess with nothing to read.

Ah, but there IS news: we received a call today from Tehran; Hamid's mother (Haji'eh) letting me know in her darling best attempt at English that the Persian foreign ministry has finally granted me a visa! Despite my discomfort and lethargy I found myself spinning and hopping around the house like a little girl until I was drunk-dizzy and had to sit down. I offered what I hope was my darling best attempt at Persian to tell her that we love her and that I am so grateful for all these months of work they've put in on their end to get this visa approved (it was no easy task for any of us, but well worth all the effort).
She cried when she spoke to Hamid - they miss him terribly.

This is going to be the most incredible adventure of my life thus far. I won't say 'ever' because there are places to go yet, and lives to be made, empires to build, babies to be had...those sorts of things. All of them adventures in their own right.

But I'm going to Iran and it's no small thing...
I'm going to Iran...to say it, let it's reality sink in, is such an amazing feeling. I've been to so many countries on this planet, but none as strange and foreign, almost untouchable, and very nearly taboo, as Iran.

I've been sitting with hair color, dutifully imported from Iran by Hamid's family, atop my head and a fabulous Indian commercial mud mask all over my face, waiting for the whole lot to dry so I could go have a shower. As there are large bits of dry mud falling onto my keyboard, I'd estimate it's about that time...