Jetlag and taking inventory of what I need to change in my travel lifestyle to bring me joy

Today is my fourth day in Israel.

As I get ready to take the train, I realize how absolutely drained I am. The first day I felt great and surprised that I had no jetlag.

It took a couple of days for my body to realize what was happening. My computer time has yet to switch to my new time, which now reads 3:24 am. Yet it is 11:24 am where I am.

My body’s internal clock is still set to 3:24 am, and I want to return to bed. Yet I have checked out of my accommodation and am dragging my feet to walk to the bus station to catch the train to Jerusalem.

I walked downstairs to get a coffee and realized I was unsure I wanted one. So here I am sitting, writing. My eyeballs are a bit blurry.

I am ready to leave the city. Yesterday I wrote about being in the city, some may think it was a bit harsh, and if I were here longer, maybe I would change my mind. The reality for me is I’m not too fond of most cities.

It has nothing to do with the city. I have been to so many in my life, and I like one, Buenos Aires. I’m not too fond of cities in Colombia, either. I can stay a couple of days, and then I am ready to leave.