No matter where I go in the world, and I have been to all kinds of places, home is where my roots are. My roots are in Lebanon, a country like no other, unique, odd, beautiful, charming, hospitable, immature, unreliable, unstable, but somehow despite of all that, wonderful. Each time I go back I feel like a part of me is being charged again, something that was missing is being found, a part of who I am is getting confirmed in me again. Yes, it is wonderful to be here again!
Day One Hundred Eighty Two, July 23, 2011