Missing Iran??!!!!!

Years have passed. It has been about this time, exactly Sept. 1, when I left Iran to Canada for the 1st time to study. To be honest, I never missed it. It was like I ran away from that place. I was so happy just to be out of Iran and still I am. It is somehow sad that I don't love my home country. Tonight, I remembered those last few months. Running and running and all the worries! And the very last night in my parents' house, in Iran, that I never slept. I was happy and sad. I was happy to be free finally from all that I was running from and sad because of this feeling. I was so lonely. Just me in that big night with 2 suitcases!