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At first I was so anxious to come back home but at the same time I don't know. I could spend the rest of my life in England... Iran...well I could never live there but there's something about it...the way the whole city smells like a newly watered garden when it rains, the way a whole store is devoted to just selling herbs, the sound of a prayer call five times a day, the little creeks that flow on the side of every road....it's just the little thing that make the country so unique, so different from the US. I feel a sense of pride that, regardless of the strict highly criticized Islamic regime, this rich, beautiful culture is me...the feeling rushes through my veins as if calling out, yelling "This is who you are, these are your roots, your ancestors, your blood!" I'm not sure I can ever feel entirely immersed into Iranian culture, or if I can even accept all of it, but somehow I seem to have the power to grasp and reject what I like...I guess to leave room for the British and American sides, making me the true mutt that I am.