It has been raining all day. I hate it. It is cold and wet and I have nothing to think about. No, I lied, I have lots to think about. I hope the rain stops. I wish I had someone to talk to. It has been a long yet good day. Everything went well except the weather.

Everyone goes through different emotions, every one of us has different aspects and expectations. One expects a perfect score on a test, the other expects to enjoy a victory. No matter what they expect or feel, life goes on with either a storm or a nice warm breez. Nature is careless towards our feelings and our everyday lives. But no matter what happens, we have to learn to survive and continue our steps towards our goal and what we’re after.

My mom is planning a trip to Iran. She will be gone for a month. She won’t be here for my birthday and Christmas. I wish I could go with her but I can’t because of school.
I will turn 16 on December 16th. I am very excited to be 16. I don’t know how I’m going to feel.
It is Sunday and I have nothing to be excited about except that I’m alive.

A couple of months while I was still in Iran, I said that I felt like a stranger when I walked among the people and that I was a changed person in the eyes of others. Now I know why; it’s because once you know how life is with freedom, your mind starts expanding and begins to think of everything. You begin to question yourself and your beliefs and you start to develop a new view on life. That’s what happened to me after living in America for four years. I think the same thing happens to others. If they live in a freedom-less country, they are not allowed to express themselves and they are afraid to think of things contrary to their society or government. But once they are in a place where they can express their mind, then they begin viewing differently and that is why to others they are a changed person. They are their own self but their inner self has changed.

I just finished another week. It is Friday, the day we all love. I am going to see
a movie tonight since I haven’t done it in a while. I will see Under the Tuscan Sun. Then I will sleep early because I am very tired.
I miss everybody in Iran. I miss the food and the sweet smell of home. Sometimes I think, why does life have to be this way? Why can’t we all be together? Isn’t that what family is?
Then I remember, no matter how far we are in distance, we are never far by heart.