A lesson in preparation

When I moved to Berlin I sat in my room the night before I had to have everything packed, and started packing. My family had been "encouraging" me for a week to get started.

I'm all packed. Not my toiletries, but I don't need that much. Shampoo, mascara and some deodorant. Palestinian refugee camps and beaches don't require much.

I cried today when I was packing. I am not really sure why. Things are all muddled up right now and I can't really feel anything straight. I pondered a Gin Tonic at around 11 and that's when I knew that I needed to get out of here.

Wish I could figure it out. There's nothing going on that standing in front of the vast expanse of the Mediterranean and letting myself feel the reality of my smallness can't set right. Oh the wonders of creation...

And tomorrow, I'll blip from Beirut.

UPDATE: Didn't get the Visa. But got an appointment for the week I get back.