I was reading the posts I made while I was in Iran, and the ones before that, and I’m shocked at how much I had to say.
I’m also really missing Iran right now. I mean, I’m always missing Iran, but there are so many things that happened that I forgot about. Small things, like the huge rug my grandma bought my dad and my mom, grandmother, uncle, and I buying groceries at five in the morning, but I feel like the smaller things are the best, because when you remember them, you really remember them. It’s different from just remembering a longer period of time.
I hope I will have more things to say in the future. Life is pretty amazing right now (all of high school has been pretty amazing, actually), but there isn’t really anything for me to share with the world.
I’m not really sure how to say what I want to say. I guess it’s just that nothing specific to me is happening. Most people have friendships that make them really happy. Most people feel ~~~~~ inside around certain people. Most people have small victories every now and then that make them want to dance.
I don’t need to talk about these things because you all already know how they feel. It’s not like my rhetoric (oh god I hope I used this word correctly) makes other people feel things to begin with, but I like to talk about people you don’t know, situations (mostly cultural) you probably haven’t been in, and none of that has been happening lately.
I’ve had no revelations, I’ve come across nothing that’s made me feel profound. I’ve just been sort of lightly flitting through life for a while now. It’s fine, it really is. So many things could have gone wrong by now, but the haven’t, thank goodness, but I’m looking forward to the summer a bit, because that’s when almost everyone’s lives diverge for a few months. Hopefully mine will too.