home world

It's almost 5:00 AM and I'm so tired, sitting at gate B8 in Terminal 3 in the Ben Gurion airport in Israel.

 I'm really tired and restless, I want to be on the plane already, to be moving, in transit. The past couple of weeks were so busy and so crazy, it feels as if this is the first time I'm resting, sitting, and I don't really want to.

 It was so packed and busy, and happy and sad and very emotional, I'm not quite sure what went on, a lot of beginings and no endings, threads of stories and moments and parts of conversations and places rather then a linear sensible journy.

I'm sad to leave Israel, I can't wait to get home.