I miss it.

Oh man. You know what I want? I want to put on a long amish looking skirt, a 3/4 sleeve shirt, and some flip-flops and hop on a plane with only a backpack. I really just want to go sit on a bench in that little square by Jewish Quarter Rd. and watch people walk up the ramp to go to the Dome of the Rock. I want to see that little Muslim girl that said hi to me with the biggest smile on her face I've ever seen for no reason.

Yeah, you guessed it, this is me just showing off how "experienced" and "traveled" I am.

Not.

Actually, that's really REALLY what I want. I miss the cobblestone streets, overpriced food, the perverts that just want to sell you stuff cause you're American and act all offended when you tell them that what they're trying to sell you is a piece of crap. I want a 5 shekel falafel.

I want to sit on the edge of the balcony of the hostel on Via Delorosa and look at all the mosques, the Dome, and the beautiful moon and just cry.

I want to stand next to the fence that my nose barely touches and watch the the women sob and the men dance at the Wall. And cry.

I want to sit on one of those ridiculously too comfortable benches at the church of the Holy Sepulchre and smell that disgusting Catholic insense stuff. And cry.

What if I never go back?

Life, love, and laziness.

So, I was sitting at the kitchen table (where I have made it a habit to do my homework so I don't get distracted and procrastinate) and I started to contemplate life. Well, not "life." That sounds all deep and philosophical and such. No no no. Actually, it is quite the opposite. I was contemplating MY life. I've been doing a lot of that lately and every time I come up with the same conclusion.

I'm lazy.

Seriously, if I stopped every time I was crying or stressed about something and I asked myself, "self, what is the real purpose for this nonsense?" the answer would almost always be because I'M LAZY. (Or because I've not had enough coffee but that's a different issue entirely)

I'm gonna stop writing because I've tried to type like three or four sentences and they all turn out to be gibberish in the end. So maybe later.