Imagined Homeland

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Diasporic Melancholy

I left home thinking that I could always return and that it would stay just the same as it did on that summer night in July 1992, when I  packed all my worldly belongings into two suitcases and left Iran with the hopes of a better life in Canada. I was leaving behind the country in which I took my first steps as a child, the country in which I first fell in love, a country that for all its ills was where I knew as home. And so I did what any emotional yet pragmatic person would do, somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I made believe that after my departure, time would come to a long pause and that I could always  return and find everything just the way I had left it.  How else could I bring myself to leave?