Why is it that after months of planning my winter break and eagerly waiting to return home that when I finally do I long to return to the states ? It’s only been about a week since I got back and somehow all the glorious and exciting things I thought of are no longer shining down my end. Sure it’s great to see my family but then again home is a nice place to visit but not more than two weeks. I gotta admit though, I finally indulged on the long awaited kanafa and had my share of shawarma and all the junk food I could get my hands on. I think my dog stands with me when I say this, just yesterday I saw him desperately trying to squeeze himself into his traveling bag which had been all locked up. It’s ironic that when I’m here I long to return to the states and when I’m back I can’t wait to come back home but I guess I didn’t realize that home is no longer the place it once was, I have been away for more than seven years now and in those seven years I changed along with the place I once called home ..