never can i ever

go home.

marc and amira left for THE WEEK to go to a wedding & a two new woofers, a couple, came. the man, peter, is in his sixties nd was a total head back in the 60's. he tells me amazing stories about how his town came upon an entire jug of acid and everyone was just high for like 2 weeks straight. and he's teaching me guitar - and we jam with piano and it's fantastic. his wife is cute and silent, but because she's from i think some african country and speaks a random dialect (peter speaks so many languages). he's intelligent, and explained to me the way every countries government works to the utmost detail and i loved it.

also this guy adam has been here for the past two days, and he's a beautiful soul. he's really relaxed, meditative, and funny - and has been great fun company and gave me great new music. i'm probably going to go adventure with his in jerusalem when i leave here.

woke up earlier today than normally, fridays are fucking crazy.

i'm positive now that this is my home - and i think i'm going to join the israeli army after i graduate college to be a real israeli citizen.