
Jamie posted this pic of her, David, and myself at Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount in Jerusalem. I was quite happy being at home, grounded, for about two weeks. I very much wish I could find contentment in a 9-5 job, school, and the basics of my life, but I am not able to. Why do I have to travel? Why do I have to write? When I'm sitting in Coffee Rush writing about some place far away, I have to sit there and wonder, "Who the hell does this?" I'm okay until I read some Kerouac, see pictures, or come across a map or foreign city subway ticket in my backpack.
Well … anyway … I just got back from Portland. San Francisco is calling for some odd reason. I want to rent an apartment overlooking the Bay, or at least a hostel room overlooking Alcatraz, and sit there and write.
But not at the moment. Must find contentment in an office job well done. Must find contentment in the basics of life. Must find contentment in writing an A+ paper for my international business classes at university.
Must be content for the moment, though I never seem to be able to. Damnit.
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