So my parents are moving to Morocco in September. I was talking about how excited I am to visit for Christmas and I mentioned again that we should go to Jerusalem for the holiday.
I was shot down. Again.
Then my dad mentioned that he may go some other time.
I had to leave the room because the thought of my parents walking around the Old City without me was enough to bring me to tears.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: if you have the chance to go, go. If you come away loving it even a fraction as much as I do it will be worth everything.