Pomegranates!

::bounces madly about the room::

the pomegranates are here, the pomegranates are here!

I have one right now that I'm going to run home with tonight and feast upon.

This is almost as exciting as Ross coming up next week. Ok... not really, but pomegranates come but once a year, and that time is now.

sqeeeeeeeee!

A plea

Note: this isn't directed to anyone in particular. It's just that I had this conversation with my parents the other night, and figured that I'd spread the word.

Members of my family, and many of our friends are (quite understandably) curious about what's happening with my immigration stuff.

I appreciate the fact that people are interested, and am grateful for the love and friendship that their interest springs from, I really am.

But I'm going to make a plea that you not ask me what the status is. I don't know what it is. And it drags me down every time I have to state that.

You see, I'm getting through this period of time without loosing my mind by, when I can manage it, not thinking about the fact that I live 1000 miles away from the husband who means the world to me, and that the resolution to the situation is in the hands of a faceless, unaccountable government department in a country that I have absolutely no say in.

Sure, it's denial, but that's how I put one foot in front of the other in these long months of waiting.

So, when I'm asked "what's happening", I get pulled out of that state of not thinking about it. I have to think about it to answer the question.

You can rest assured that I will be shouting it from the rooftops the moment I get word of any movement whatsoever.

Thank you for your understanding, and please realize that I know that you all care, and it means a lot to me.