iran, Life, Tehran, travel

A brief note

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I am back from my two week vacation to Iran. There was a lot to write about but for some strange reason I didn’t feel like writing or even taking pictures. Now, if I remember interesting episodes, I will write them little by little.

This two weeks feels like a long time. I went to the sea, I visited my friends and family, I did some shopping, and I drove my car in the city. For the first time in many many years I dared to imagine how it would be to go back and live in Tehran. I am not ready yet. Yet. I might be in 5 or 10 years.

About six months ago, one night I dreamt that I had gone back to live in Iran. In my dream I was in peace. I was happy and at last feeling in place. I woke up in shock. What if that was what was missing in my life? I put aside the thought but I now have a clue of what is making me restless. I miss my hometown.