Home : Memories of Home – Sarah Hashemi – Medium
“Some of our most wonderful memories are beautiful places where we felt immediately at home.” — John O’Donohue
Home was always that place I felt I never quite belonged. It had a beauty of its own, a modest house surrounded by nature: trees, grass, flowers, the neighbors’ horses, even the occasional deer that came to eat the flowers from my mother’s garden. Its beauty was remote, removed, lonely in its distance from the neighborhoods I dreamed of inhabiting.
It wasn’t until I left home, journeyed far into myself, my heritage, my identities, journeyed across the globe in search of a sense of true belonging that had always escaped me, that I recognized that place as my home.
On my journeys, I found beautiful places that welcomed me like homes I had long searched for: ancient ruins baking in the hot sun, lush rose gardens, painted palaces, the tombs of great poets. When I think of home, these memories return to me.