At first I was contemplating: here I grew up, discovered myself, acquired aspirations and goals, met the love of my life; these streets I walked since I could remember myself, which I could now walk with my eyes closed; this is the city that I loved, like which there is no other, I could walk to the beach in 15 min from my parents' house, I could see the rest of the city on the mountain from their balcony, a view I will never forget.
And after 2 days I remembered why I left it all.
Despite growing up in Israel and living there for more than 15 years, with each passing year it was made clear to me that I don't have a future there.
It began with the laid back rude and in-you-face mentality and horrifyingly unfair prices, and ended with the boiling hot weather and the none existing gothic (or any) subculture that is not welcomed nor understood there.
Visiting Israel after 3 years of life in Berlin is like a blow in the face. I am so thankful for growing up there, and am proud I left.
|This is not my parents' house, but a lot of houses in my neighborhood look like this. Ruins from the inside and out.|
Also, look at this pretty necklace I bought there:
Now back to studying, playing music and eventually - contemplating some more.