Missing Jeru

Okay so I just got finished reading through one of my friend's blogs who happens to be in Jerusalem right now, and holy cow do I miss that place. I miss the smells. I miss the people. I miss the Dome. I miss the shopkeepers. I miss the Arabic. I miss the food. I miss the Center. I miss the field trips. I miss the ping pong. I miss Shabbat. I miss the sounds. I miss the walks. I miss every single stinking thing. I keep thinking the little hole inside my heart will go away the longer time goes on, but I'm starting to wonder if it's there for good. I think a piece of me will always be in the Holy Land, and I'll probably never get it back. But maybe it's better that way. Because whether I planned for it to happen or not, Jerusalem changed me. Alot. I just wish I didn't feel like I'm forgetting that.