As some of you may already know, I was actually born in Karachi, Pakistan in Karimabad colony. I left for Canada when I was only 6 years old, thats approximately 21 years ago. So last weekend I visited family I had not seen for 21 years! It was great to chill with them and talk about the "good old days." I got to see pictures of myself and my siblings when we were so little...pictures I had never seen before. I couldn't remember much about my past though. However, there are quite a few events I have been remembering. Certain smells or tastes triggers my memory. After visiting my family member, I went to my old building: L building, third floor. There were people living in my old flat but they were sweet enough to let me come in and see the place. Visiting my old home was very emotional for me and very important. I mean this was the house I left Canada from. We shared so much in that house. Running up and down the stairs. Walking to Karimabad Jamat Khana (Ismaili Muslim place of worship). Yummy street food right below our building. We left Pakistan for many reasons, but one of them was so our parents can give us a really good education. This was truly a humbling moment. I had come back after making my parents wish a reality. I never thought I would come back here but here I am! I am truly appreciating my roots now. I am appreciating my parents and all their hard work to provide for us kids. Also, while looking inside the flat, I realized how small it was. It was basically a bachelors suite with one bedroom, washroom, kitchen and T.V room. I wondered, "how did all of us fit in here!" But you know there a lot of families that live in small flats just like ours. I guess when you have love, what else do you need! Sounds cheesy I know but it is true =)