Tomorrow

I came to Houston on May 15, 1999. Moved to my appartment on June 4th, 1999, where I lived for about 7 years. Well, not exactly. I moved out on May 15, 2006, 3 weeksh short to be 7 years. I am heading for a summer internship position at Intel in Santa Clara. I have already emptied my apartment and packed my stuff. They are all in the car, ready to hit the road. During the last 7 years, I had such a strong feeling about Houston. It was my home. I felt secure and safe. A feeling I did not have in any other place, even in Iran, when I went back in January 04. And now I don't have a place. Next time I come back, I wouldn't feel the same. It is not home any more. That is a very familiar feeling. Kind of feeling that I am sick and tired of it. A constant immigration. First time I had this feeling when I immigrated to Canada, leaving Iran, it was not Home any more. Then I came to Houston. I had to leave Toronto and immigrate one more time. Once I had the security feeling in Toronto and it's all gone now. And now I'm leaving Houston.

No roots, no settling down, ... I am tired.

It's memorial day and I am in the CMC lab. Just read Scotts blog and waned to leave him a comment that I forced to creat an account. May be I start writing in my blog from now on.