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?
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