Rose Colored Glasses

I've been asked recently, where are my politically charged blog posts, where are my definitive statements, my hard-line perspectives on Iran.
The thing is, I'm living a normal life here...there isn't anything to complain about.

I could join the frenzy to make this place look like the gateway to hell it's been painted to be, but it would be a lie and I am as anti-dishonesty and I am anti-war.

The reason there appear to be no 'hard-line perspectives on Iran' here is because I'm happy in Tehran. I like Iran. And if you're looking to find something negative, you're looking in the wrong place.

If it's preferable to continue eating fabricated news stories, designed to make you fearful of Iran then by all means, use your favorite search engine news page for the latest headlines, you're bound to find something to satisfy your appetite.
But, if you want to know what it's like to actually live here; to wake up in the morning and go up to the roof to watch the sun come up shining on the mountains, to pour a tea while laundry is spinning, to kiss wonderful people hello and goodbye, to wander through a bazaar in search of something to waste money on, to learn a few new words every day, and to marvel at the absolute normality of it all then feel free to check back.

I love that I am able to write about everyday life here, when there's something to write about, and I'm grateful for every single click that brings a reader into the site.
But here's the thing: it's everyday life...and everyday life, be it in Seattle or Tehran is pretty much the same.
Work is work, family is family, and the sun slips away to reveal the night.
There is no backstory, no soap-opera, no struggle.

If that's hard to deal with then maybe a thorough investigation of preconceived notions is in order.