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  • Thus far this has been the most terrible summer ever. Not because I haven't got any friends to hang out with, not because I haven't got a thing to do and not because I'm sick all the time.
    But because I have this funny feeling all the time. It feels as if I'm ''homesick''. But the funny part of the feeling is that I'm at home!
    I keep having memories popping up in my head from different holidays.
    A few years ago I went back to Iran on a holiday with my parents. I hadn't been there for 14 years. When I got there, my family was waiting for me at the airport. I travelled to Isfahan and Shiraz with my parents and saw the tomb of Hafez, Iran's most celebrated poet. I went to Tehrans Museum of Contemporary Art with my dad.
    A year ago I went on a holiday. We rented a car and drove along the coast of the West Country. We biked and hiked and had dinner at a fancy restaurant.

    I keep thinking of the romantic spots in Iran that took me to the glorious times of my birth country and picture myself experiencing those times. Or getting a shower at my grandmothers house where I grew up. The smell of dust rising when the water hits the tiles.
    A second later I'm thinking of the romantic moments I had while we were at Porthcurno Beach looking for small shells. Or swimming in the blazing cold water of Cynance Cove.

    Now being at home sitting behind my computer and not being able to go on a holiday this year because of my studies, I feel homesick to the world.
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