And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people

I never thought Id need so many people



I'm 25. I'm in someone elses Cairo-bed, currently homeless, pretty content with life.

I've been back in Jerusalem, back in Hebron (and finally made it to Jordan too this time), back in time, back to see people, people people. It was hard to be there without my father. And easy to be there. It's a strange feeling to get that slap in the face that reminds you of who you are, why you are some of the things you are and not being able to tell that one person who would understand. So i'm telling myself. Remember the feeling of why you chose this region, this language, these people. Remember the peace. Remember to let your hair down, breathe.

Let people go, you don't have to love everyone, just make sure you have enough love to go around. Remember to tell the people you do love how you feel. You never know when you'll get the chanse to again.

I am saying my last goodbyes to Cairo, to my friends here, I'm at Camille's, i've seen Samy, and the town is emptying up, filling up with strangers, our gorgeous penthouse is emptied and left over to others, and i will once again be a tourist in my own city, do the Khan with Lisa, get harrassed, get mad, fall in love and back out again, and get on that plane, get on that plane back to what once was home and do the job that i once loved there and become myself all over again.

That's all for sentimentality 101 for tonight, thank you for joining, it's been real. It's been bloody real.