every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around
I just caught myself smiling with nostalgia...
I miss Israel.
I miss how free I was there to do whatever I pleased and go wherever I pleased and chill with whomever I pleased.
I never imagined I would make so many friends or become so close with my cousin, but it happened.
I don't know how that place captivated me, but it did...I can't even see images of it without tearing up or at the very least remembering how I felt being there so vividly.
I was a different person out there...social and talkative among the most noteworthy of things...things I knew I had in me but apparently only show themselves when I'm there or the rare time when I'm feelin good on a night out here.
Oh those carefree days of youth in Israel...all the kids have grown up, many of them still finishing their terms in the army. It won't be the same until after they're done, and by then they'll also be different people after having witnessed/experienced things that we don't even want to think about...war, death, suffering, boot camps. They'll be heavy beer drinkers by then too I imagine, lol (and likely heavy smokers =S).
It's nice to know that they still care, and that when they reminisce about "the good ol' days" I'm a special part of their memories just like they are in mine.
...that's a comforting thought as I go to sleep.
All we have at the end of the day is our memories, we just have to work to make them worthwhile and free of regrets
I miss Israel.
I miss how free I was there to do whatever I pleased and go wherever I pleased and chill with whomever I pleased.
I never imagined I would make so many friends or become so close with my cousin, but it happened.
I don't know how that place captivated me, but it did...I can't even see images of it without tearing up or at the very least remembering how I felt being there so vividly.
I was a different person out there...social and talkative among the most noteworthy of things...things I knew I had in me but apparently only show themselves when I'm there or the rare time when I'm feelin good on a night out here.
Oh those carefree days of youth in Israel...all the kids have grown up, many of them still finishing their terms in the army. It won't be the same until after they're done, and by then they'll also be different people after having witnessed/experienced things that we don't even want to think about...war, death, suffering, boot camps. They'll be heavy beer drinkers by then too I imagine, lol (and likely heavy smokers =S).
It's nice to know that they still care, and that when they reminisce about "the good ol' days" I'm a special part of their memories just like they are in mine.
...that's a comforting thought as I go to sleep.
All we have at the end of the day is our memories, we just have to work to make them worthwhile and free of regrets