Wanting to...

There are so many things I want to do.

I want to walk into an all-male cafe (here in Jeddah) and join the white thobes and shimags, al fresco.

I want to go deep into the desert, meet the locals, and have decent conversations with them.

I want to drive a truck.

I want to meet a never-ending stream of people, have them pass me by and say hello, and then wave goodbye, to meet again.

I want to walk barefoot along the beach and chicken-dance against the sunset.

I want to take funny-bunny-ear photos of my inamorata, my fair-haired boy, my Romeo.

*Wanting, but wiser.*