Today marks the 6th month anniversary since I arrived in Armenia.

I can't think of too many things I miss back in Canada, other than a few restaurants and the almost always litter-free sidewalks and streets of Toronto. But the one thing that has hit me the hardest is how much I miss my friends and family.

Thank God email and telephones exist, and nowadays there are quite a few affordable methods of calling abroad from Armenia. But yet, I'm not able to see and hang out with friends whom I have known since I was 2 years old, or friends whom have been there through the epic roller coaster ride of my life, and whom have always been there for me without me making the effort of asking for comfort.

The sacrifices my mother and father have made for my happiness have been immense. There isn't a day I don't think about how much I appreciate their complete support in whatever decisions I have made in my life. My sister is not an exception, and I love here dearly, and I can't wait to see her again, very soon I hope.

I've met many people since I've been here. Most, especially locals, have been very warm and friendly (and some not). I came here alone without friends or family, barely knowing anyone, just to be amongst a race of people I connect with culturally. Their affection through toasts at the dinner table boosting a persons ego with kind words, or hugs and kisses always expected when greeting each other, or walking arm in arm on the streets (without anyone thinking anything funny). Where else can you find such warmth in the world?

I would have loved to share all these experiences with my friends and family from Toronto, but until we reunite, I miss you all.

H.