In the cold darkness, far from what was once "Home", I find myself enveloped in memories.
Blessed with a vivid visual memory, I can still see my Egypt, my small town, and my childhood friends with striking clarity. I recall our little farm on a small branch of the Nile, a memory that my mind always paints with warmth.
Now, as I experience yet another fall in Oregon towards the end of November, it strikes me that it has been almost six years since I left Egypt. Oregon, with its lush greenery and breathtaking beauty, has become my second home. I fell in love with it, and it embraced me in return.
Yet, amidst the cold, dark days of an Oregon fall, my heart wanders back to the warm, bright embrace of Egypt. I can't help but reminisce about the sun-filled days and the gentle breeze along the Nile.
I am content with the long journey that brought me here, grateful for the experiences and the growth. But in quiet moments like these, I can't help but wonder about the path not taken. What would life have looked like had I stayed in Egypt? The warmth, the sun, the familiar faces and places - do they miss me as I miss them?
As I sit here, wrapped in the embrace of a chilly Oregon evening, I ponder - what does the heart truly long for in its quest for 'home'? Is it the warmth of the sun, or the warmth of familiar smiles? Perhaps, as the leaves continue to fall, my thoughts will drift closer to an answer.