More than 7 months have passed since I started my migration, and I finally managed to arrange a short trip to Tabriz. Although the main motivation was to visit someone else, I still had plenty of reasons to give myself a break and spend some time in my hometown.

Since all flights to Iran depart from Istanbul and I’m in Ankara, organizing and booking 4 tickets, coordinating my leave, and avoiding wasted time was exhausting. Thanks to the understanding of my respected company manager and rearranging my days off, a lot of it became easier, and everything aligned so that I could, even if belatedly, spend Yalda night and my birthday with my family.

Last night I departed and arrived in Istanbul this morning. Minutes later, I received a text from the airline saying my flight would be three and a half f***ing hours delayed. Damn them.

At Atatürk Airport, I waited for the flight to depart and return to my beloved city. I spent a few hours with Payam today and, despite having my phone only for listening, I complained as much as I could about the delay. Thanks to him for giving me his time.

The plane was delayed another hour, but I managed to invent a few new Turkish curse combinations. At 12:30, we landed in Tabriz, and I arrived home under its beautiful snow.