Finally...I miss home...I think...

I miss home. I was waiting for when I would finally say that; I miss home. Oddly enough if I had a ticket back home right now I am not ready to take it. As much as I miss home I’m not ready to go back. The truth is that I really thought at some point on this journey things would become more clear for me. I thought I would know what I want to do when I go back home or where I want to go. I have no clue if I even want to return to Atlanta. I just thought being away would give me answers. I am now about to head to my last destination and I still don’t have any answers.

I do know that I miss my family more than anything. I would love to hug my mom and dad right now, it’s like an instant recharge. I miss seeing friends and the small things that I really wasn’t sure I would miss. And as much as I tell myself not to miss these things because I will have them before I know it, a person can’t help how they feel. I guess I just miss familiarity.

I keep thinking about all my old coworkers and how busy it is this time of year. I have been having dreams about work...I don’t know if that means I miss it or if it means that I am relieved to not be there. I think about all my friends and what they are up to, I miss just calling someone up and meeting for a coffee. I miss Christmas and all the hype that goes along with it; it’s my favorite time of year and I love everything from the repetitive songs to the crowded malls.

One would think that I am traveling around the world having the time of my life and that I don’t miss anything, but the truth is I miss it all. I called my brother tonight just to hear his voice, we had a great talk and although we aren't big talkers on the phone I just wanted to be on the phone with him to feel closer. Soon I will leave Iran and feel the same way about here. I want to remember and enjoy every moment of being here. I want not to miss home in order to be in the present. I wish I could blink and be home for a day and then return...wouldn’t that be lovely!