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a year ago what was i doing?
getting the last of my luggage together, saying goodbye to the people i thoughtmeant everything to me, and anticipated what was to come with teh experience ahead
tonight i said goodbye to a friend leaving for nativ and he asked me for advice, anyting to make him feel more sure and less like things were out of his hands
i told him a few of the trivial things, like resturants and good places to "talk with people"
for those of you who get that..i warned him about -2 1/2
but mostly i told him to exopect nothign but be ready for everything
looking abck i never thought that i would be this perosn, that the year in israel would change me this much
as much as im damaged and depressed, feeling like theres a peice of me mising..i know im a more mature person because i realize its not a person that holds that peice, but a place
its hard to understand unless youve been there, really spent time there..but israel takes up a place in your heart and never leaves
to truly love a place known for such danger is hard when looking form the outside
but for me, instead of danger and threat, all i can see is hikeing around machtesh ramone with my kfusta, playing truth or destruction late into the night, or taking impromptue bus rides to tel aviv for a change of scenes
or even just playing in the gan around the corner from where we called home..these are the memories that stick out to me
im so tired of being asked how could i feel safe in such a dangerous place
how can you call israel dangerous when we live here..in la where its more dangerous to drive on the freeway than it is to go shopping on machane yehuda for marzipan on a friday morning
as i get ready for school im excited yes, but would trade in my school books for one more chance to visit the kibbutz for one of their bonfires and play with the cows in the refet, or to go and have a shabbat dinner on th e roof of an apartment in yerucham, or to just go out in the bare space in front of mercaz kiltah ve yeelim and dance around the fire as we all sang and laughed together.
i just want to go back..im so excited for my friend to start his journey but my heart aches to be back home in israel..but since thats not really an option right now i dont know how to make it stop
getting the last of my luggage together, saying goodbye to the people i thoughtmeant everything to me, and anticipated what was to come with teh experience ahead
tonight i said goodbye to a friend leaving for nativ and he asked me for advice, anyting to make him feel more sure and less like things were out of his hands
i told him a few of the trivial things, like resturants and good places to "talk with people"
for those of you who get that..i warned him about -2 1/2
but mostly i told him to exopect nothign but be ready for everything
looking abck i never thought that i would be this perosn, that the year in israel would change me this much
as much as im damaged and depressed, feeling like theres a peice of me mising..i know im a more mature person because i realize its not a person that holds that peice, but a place
its hard to understand unless youve been there, really spent time there..but israel takes up a place in your heart and never leaves
to truly love a place known for such danger is hard when looking form the outside
but for me, instead of danger and threat, all i can see is hikeing around machtesh ramone with my kfusta, playing truth or destruction late into the night, or taking impromptue bus rides to tel aviv for a change of scenes
or even just playing in the gan around the corner from where we called home..these are the memories that stick out to me
im so tired of being asked how could i feel safe in such a dangerous place
how can you call israel dangerous when we live here..in la where its more dangerous to drive on the freeway than it is to go shopping on machane yehuda for marzipan on a friday morning
as i get ready for school im excited yes, but would trade in my school books for one more chance to visit the kibbutz for one of their bonfires and play with the cows in the refet, or to go and have a shabbat dinner on th e roof of an apartment in yerucham, or to just go out in the bare space in front of mercaz kiltah ve yeelim and dance around the fire as we all sang and laughed together.
i just want to go back..im so excited for my friend to start his journey but my heart aches to be back home in israel..but since thats not really an option right now i dont know how to make it stop