Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Like a finger taken out of water, there are ripples for a few seconds and then the memory that the finger was once there disappears. This is how I feel right now. Every day, every post, Lebanon becomes more distant and with it my friends, the bright light, the food, the many languages spoken all at once. Pretty soon newcomers to my blog will never know that I was there, that it shaped me, that I consider it my second home, perhaps even my first.