Here I am, sitting in a front room in my native country, enjoying some time out from the 'hot spot' of Jerusalem. It is very relaxing. I am eating chocolate eggs and pondering about this country and the one I normally live in. Again this morning, as I zipped out to buy some milk, multiple pedestrians said ‘hello’ and ‘good morning’ to me. I said it back whilst thinking 'if only they knew.' Knew what?
I am trying to keep up with news in the Middle East by logging onto news sites, but secretly I am enjoying the fact that it is not my issue-for a short two weeks anyways.
Soon, I will be back in the thick of it all with interrupted sleep, puttering around the kitchen at 3am, unable to sleep and trying to sort the pan cupboard out quietly so as to not disturb the sleepers in the house.
People seem so kind here, even if they are acting. Fake kindness is better than rudeness. When people are kind, I tear up. That might be my age, though, along with the bad sleep habits.
Looking back, Jerusalem seems a hard place to live. How on earth have I managed it for so long? Why am I dreading and yet itching to go back?
Is the grass always greener?
The husband and family are all wonderful and I miss them so much from afar. I hope they like their gifts (chocolate eggs and shoes). Yes, looking back on it all is terrible, exciting, exotic and mysterious; but moving forward is a good wake up call to reality.
Backwards and forewords, round and round. How nice it is to get off the roundabout for a short while-what a luxury that so many are not afforded or able to do!
I have a job to do over there in my backwards/forewords home. I might as well go and do it. I will not be happy if I do not.
Note: Everybody needs a break from whatever it is they need a break from sometimes. I am privileged. I am grateful. I am thankful.