What was supposed to be a fourteen-month stint has turned into two-years-and-a-bit, so this weekend I’m packing up to return to the Middle East after a few months in the States. I am tearful and lucky. It’s confusing living in so many places at once: Philadelphia, Durham, Jerusalem and Bethlehem. I often wake up and wonder what country I’m in. I’m excited, though, for more European and Middle Eastern jaunts; for lemonanna and fig season on my favorite tree; for my favorite body of water in all the world (the Med) and Cafelix; for Blundstone-spotting and curly haircuts.
As always, I’m resolving to read and write and photograph more, so perhaps I’ll see you there.