First Impressions

After taking a plane from LA to NY, NY to Moscow; waiting 12 hours in the Moscow airport then taking a plane to Armenia; I am finally here. My first impressions of Armenia. Well let's see...Three days after I landed I still couldn't believe that I was in my long awaited homeland. I am still in a shock. Everywhere I go and every step I take, and everything I see seems like a mirage, a long awaited dream. I still can't believe that I am here and I have to pinch myself every time.
The first day I went to te city where I was from, Nor Hadjin. When I was younger, the buildings seemed so big and I felt so small, but now I felt like I could run from the beginning of the city to the end.
Afterwards, I went to the village were my grandparents were from, to visit their graves. The people living in that village once migrated from Moush during the genocide. My father used to tell me about the faces of the villagers who would always sit on the mountain gazing at the side of the Moush with hope and reminiscence about their lost heavenly homeland. The cemetaries looked abandoned too by the villagers because grass covered up most of what used to be there. However, the mountains around it stood there as an assurance of protection for the dead. As I stood there, the breeze from the mountains hit my face, reminding my once again about the unforgettable memories of my childhood.