That’s what I decided to give myself to feel homesick.  And that day happened two days ago.  Sorta 2.5

We got on the sleeper train in Cairo on Sunday night.  I’d been feeling weird, out of sorts.  Basically, I’d been over stimulated and too many people and new situations and I hadn’t had time to myself despite the fact that I’d had 12 or so hours by myself but not alone.  I need my alone time. 

So, just when I needed it the most I’m stuck on a train, with a roommate and surrounded by new people.  I adjusted surprisingly well, that is til the next morning when it hit again.  We’re walking out of the train station to our hotel, it’s hot as can be and only going to get hotter and I’m agitated.  I want to accomplish something.  Do something, get out of this funk.  I try checking my email til we can get into our rooms but this only winds me up more. 

Eventually, finally, we get into our rooms and I can breathe.  My roommate kicks it in the room for a bit but thank the lord, she can tell, and says she’s gonna leave me to be alone for a while.  I sit on the bed, listening to Halloween, Alaska and fall asleep. 

Sometimes all you need is a nap.