Yesterday, while explaining a project scenario on the company whiteboard, I caught a comment my boss made and realized that, in addition to managing three companies and supporting the livelihoods of over 50 people, he’s also a university professor teaching physics.

Today, after a week, I finally mustered the energy to clean my apartment. While cleaning, I kept thinking that getting married isn’t such a bad idea.

After tidying up, I invited my neighbor Kadir over, and we had tea. I realized that the reason he hasn’t committed suicide during this crisis is his 8-year-old son. I couldn’t bring myself to ask about the cause of his divorce, fearing he might get upset.

After two months, I finally managed to open a bank account. With the promise of a fully dowried Iranian girl for a bank employee my age, I prevented my funds from being frozen for a month and started using the account immediately. The foreign currency account and credit card will be ready in two weeks, and I hope no issues arise in the meantime.

About 20 days remain on my initial visa, and I hope my secondary visa application gets approved so I won’t have to pursue the work visa process from Iran. This would save costs like a $600 application fee and four plane tickets. Let it happen.