God willing, I'll be in Denver on Sunday night.
Classes start Monday at 9am.
That how my life seems to roll.
I am sad to be leaving this place and these experiences.
But more than anything, I am thankful.
It has been priceless.
For the last couple years, I have been homeless, and yet somehow I have had a sense of home wherever I have gone. Today, my home is in East Jerusalem. There are so many people here who have become a family to me, and their struggles, pain and joy have become mine.
I'll carry that with me no matter where my body rests at night.
Here's to another transition.
Salaam and Shalom.