Istanbul, here I come

This is it. All those months of waiting are over. I’m sitting, dazed in my Beirut hotel room, waiting for my taxi. I am terrified, waiting to be reunited with the one I love. What if they don’t let me enter the country again? What if they do and all is not as rosy as I remember it? What if it is just exactly that rosy? Then what? Why is getting what you dreamed of so darn scary?!

Taxi is here now. Gotta go.

Wish me luck…


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