Headed To America
The boxes are (mostly) packed. I’m in the second night of three nights of goodbye parties and dinners. I have been giving people I’ll dearly miss hugs. I’ve been sharing coffees and beers with some of the most intriguing people the Middle East has to offer. The soundtrack has been the CDs of Israeli reggae and rap I picked up; amphetamine-bugged mizrahim appropriate for 72 hours of non-stop everything.
In my head, there are a few coulda, woulda, shouldas. But I don’t mind. That’s life. I’m here for a few more days anyway.
But New York, you amazing bastard, I’ll see you soon.
