I'm going home!
It's been quite easy being away from Iran for this long. To be honest, I don't miss it all that much. See, I'm the kind of person who doesn't really miss things or people.
For example, I changed schools several times when I was young, but I never held on to my previous school or friends. I always focused on making new friends at the new school. I remember spending weeks away from home at study camps during high school, but I don't remember missing my family. In fact, I got so immersed in the here and now that I sometimes forgot I had parents at all!
Call me cold-hearted, but I think it's a good thing. Missing things or people too much can keep you from moving forward in life. I once met a Malaysian girl who got a full scholarship to study in the UK, but didn't go just because she was too bloody emotionally-attached to her family!
The story of my leaving Iran for Malaysia is interesting. Iranian boys aren't allowed to leave the country after the age of 18 unless they complete compulsory military training for 2 years. I left the country when I was 17, only 10 days before my deadline! I remember looking outside the airplane window and thinking, "This might be the last I ever see of my country." Turns out I was wrong. I can leave Iranian borders this time because we paid the government to exempt me from this law.
It's winter now in Iran. It'll be nice to experience cold weather after so long because all we get in Malaysia is heat and humidity. Most Malaysians have never seen snow or experienced four seasons. They don't know what it's like to come back home after a long day and not be wet with sweat down to your underpants!
I'm really looking forward to seeing all my relatives again. I bet they'll notice so many changes in me, both in terms of physical appearance and personality. I bet I'll notice all the changes in them too. I was shocked to see how my nephews and nieces have grown when I saw their photos recently.
I'll also take in all the little changes in an Iran that has moved slowly ahead, from the new towers and subways to the way chicks dress!
Obviously, the one thing that won't have changed will be the buildings. The rooms and corridors of our old house will definitely take me down memory lane and remind me of the good old days.
I'm expecting to get more fluent at speaking my mother tongue. Having dealt with so much English over the past 4 years, I now use some English words in my sentences when I speak Persian. I'm also expecting to hear a lot of new funny words and expressions that have entered the slang while I was away.

