- Speak Hebrew.
- Go hiking.
- Sit outside a bar and drink Goldstar.
- Walk down the street from the bar, drinking my beer on the street.
- Eat at Falafel Gabai in Tel Aviv.
- Return to my favorite parts of the shuk in Jerusalem, and explore more of that labyrinth on a crazy Friday afternoon.
- Walk in the middle of a big city at 4am, and not worry about muggers.
- Sit at a cafe for hours on a sunny Friday morning, drinking an Americano despite the scorching heat.
- Feel comfortable offering my two cents to a stranger, because I know we are brothers.
- Wait in line at Abu Hassan, knowing I will be eating the best hummus in the world at the same table as four perfect strangers.
- See soldiers everywhere and feel a bit nostalgic - but not too much.
- Make extensive plans for the weekend on Friday morning.
- Sit outside and look at the much bluer sky.
- Get lost in the Old City.
- Go to the Galil and see where I come from.
- Eat a breakfast of eggs, cheeses, bread, salad - what’s cereal?
- Go the Kotel on the night of Tisha B’Av.
- Watch the sunset on the beach.
- Go to Jerusalem and walk on the same stones my ancestors did thousands of years ago.
- Be extremely dry and sarcastic, and fit right in.
- Hear Jeff Buckley’s Hallelujah, right before the 2am news on Galgalatz.
- Be home.
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