To some, summer means the end of school, sleeping in, and family road trips. Growing up, to me summer meant long letters that could only be read on the airplane, endless hours and days lounging by the pool, and last but not least....airports. Whether going, coming, or seeing a friend off airports hold so many memories for me. I've mentioned before that I'm a first generation Arab-American. This means a ton of things, but one of my favorite things is that it means that we have family "back home". So with the end of schools, comes the beginning of a long list of goodbyes. So many of our friends make the trip back home during the months of June- August. It's probably a mixture of nostalgia and a desire to go on vacation, but I found myself looking through old pictures of places I've been and would love to return to.
|With my cousin in 2003? 2004?|
|The Nile (2008)|
|Being taught how to techtonik|
and last but certainly not least....my favorite place of all :
after all, home is where the heart is