It was either PMS or the truth

The truth is I was a bit upset when I wrote the last post - there was an article in the local paper about how India's social values must incorporate more creative arts in order to flourish and with everything else that's been going on around here lately it just sent me over the edge. Yes, creative arts are crucial to a blossoming society and it's people - but so are the basics like clean water, social health, and a good education - things sorely and so obviously lacking in this nation. These days, India just makes me sad, and being sad makes me tired. And so I'm sad and I'm tired and really just ready to get out of here.

Fortunately, we've just received the very last of the papers we need to make ourselves presentable to the U.S. Consulate - very exciting developments indeed.
We expect to know if they will make the rest of the process very, very easy or very, very hard for us sometime in the next two months. In all honesty, I'm thinking they're likely to be quite nice and helpful - if they opt not to be my own fate as a girl very much in love with her husband and not seeing separation as an option would lie somewhere in the vicinity of Iran proper - and I'm banking on the guess that at this particular juncture they'd like to keep their own a little closer to home than that.

In the meantime, I'm getting packed for next weekend when I've to go on my twice-yearly excursion to Sri Lanka for a bubble bath and some good duty-free shopping. Just 24 hours on the quiet island will make a world of difference in my perspective. And when I return we'll start counting down the days until we can pack up for good...