i'm excited about arriving in the states on may 18th. . .i'm excited about getting some rest. . .not the "i need to take a nap" sort of rest. . .mental rest. i'm tired of standing out because i'm a minority. . .i mean everyone notices me. . .i'm tired of listening to every word someone says either because i'm trying to match it to my very small arabic vocabulary. . .or because i'm trying to figure out the broader concept from someone's very small english vocabulary. i'm tired of white knuckles always aware driving. i'm tired of being excited to get off work to remember that i have nothing to do at home and thus getting excited about going back to work. i'm tired of not sleeping well. i tired of saudis calling me for "black label" whiskey. i'm tired of wanting to leave work only to find the little indian man i paid to wash my car. . .washing my car (which i why i'm writing this blog entry right now).
i want to eat a gt's souths pulled pork sandwich. . .i want to eat a bazbeaux's sausage and banana pepper pizza. . .i want to drink a heineken beer. . .i want to drink some c-shaw/$2 buck chuck from trader joe's. . .want to remember was it was like to see women about. . .i especially want to see jen. . .want to breath deep some air that has humidity in it. . .and not have dust mud in my lungs or dust boogers. . .
. . .i want to just blend in and half listen. . .i want to be an american.