Fili’s world

I’ve been twisting and turning back and forth in my bed for over an hour trying to get back to the dream I had - or rather think I had but maybe didn’t - just before I was woken up by the noisy bus passing beneath my room’s balcony. I’m not physically tired, there’s no way I could be physically tired, as I’ve had too many hours of laying around on my bed in the past week since my semester finished, though I have to admit to myself that there wasn’t much sleep involved. The final tests that I had were a joke, the papers that I needed to hand in were as boring and meaningless as I’ve come to expect them to be. School’s over, I’m not working anywhere. Another bus passes, another twist-and-turn and blanket through over the head, it’s a few minutes after mid-day and, once again, I’m not feeling like I want to do too much. I’m not physically tired, I’m just tired of the whole thing, not even being able to say what “the whole thing” actually is. It’s not that my last semester wasn’t fun. Honestly - it was grand, beats my intense hectic working days anytime, as I got to explore more of my interests and hobbies, see more of my friends, get familiar with my city’s hangouts and visit beautiful spots that I’ve never had the time to see before. But, it’s all SO familiar, it’s all SO routine, I feel like I need a change and I need it fast.
I peek out at my room from under the blanket to notice a travel book resting down on my table - giving me a small wink. A sudden realization comes to mind, and I raise up sharply in my bed. I dress up quickly as if I’m late for some appointment, and with my eyes still half closed I go out to face the bright day.

“Can I help you, sir?” he asks as if changing people’s lives is just another routine task on his daily schedule.
“Yes please, what’s the best you can offer me for an open-ticket out of here?”.

Last two weeks have been much busier than usual and I’m leaving now. I made enough time to get together with all the folks I care about and have been traveling all over Israel to say my goodbyes. There’s no knowing when’s the next time I’m going to see them, and every farewell brakes my heart and makes me rethink whether this is really what I want to do. My two best friends escort me into the airport to take my flight and I don’t know what to say. I’m scared, I’m worried, I’m excited, I’m thrilled, I’m relieved. Asia, here I come…