I just arrived back in Los Angeles this morning. I'm a little delirious after my 14 hour direct flight, which left Israel at 1:00 a.m. and arrived at 7:00 a.m. local time. I'm sitting here in my room, which is hardly recognizable to me at this point, reminiscing about the past 5 months. I remember the feeling that I got when I arrived in Israel, it was a feeling of anxiety and uncertainty. That feeling went away about an hour after I met my roommates. I didn't know what to expect from my 5 month adventure in Israel at that point. Would I become an Orthodox Jew (yeah right), would I meet beautiful Israeli girls (yes please!), would I figure out what I want to do with my life, or what I dislike living there altogether. The point is that I was thinking way too much about what I was supposed to feel and all the possible outcomes. However, as I settled in I realized that I had to stop trying to analyze every situation. Israeli's have a saying which goes something like this "hakol beseder" (everything's ok). They have a tendency to say this no matter what the situation. I'd like to think that I've taken a little bit of that attitude back with me.
Some of the things I mentioned above did come true, most importantly meeting beautiful Israeli girls. If you have ever been to Israel then you this isn't difficult because they are as plentiful as stray cats that litter the streets of Israel. One thing that happened which I didn't intend nor will I ever be able to explain to others is the relationships I developed with some people in my program. You guys know who you are! I'm a cynical bastard and I don't believe in destiny or fate, but it trips me out thinking about how well we got along with one another and how much I'm going to miss everyone.
As for figuring what I want to do with my life, that has yet to be determined. However, I have come to the conclusion that I love traveling and would like to set off on another adventure in the near future. I can come up with a million reasons why I shouldn't, but I learned that sometimes you need to follow your heart instead of your mind. This is a modus operandi which is quite foreign to me. Did I use the phrase modus operandi correctly? I think it's the first time I've ever used it in a sentence. Like I said I'm following my heart and not my mind so fuck off. Anyways, I think the gurvblog is officially done, or at least until I figure out my next destination. I can't wait to see all my friends and family at home and I want say Toda Raba ( thank you very much) and L'Chaim ( to life) to all my Har Mezada family. A few pics from my last days in Israel......
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| one eye open means it was a good night |
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| Me, Elana, Rolan- tequila shots followed by tequila tears |
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| Group 50 Ashdod Volunteers on our last hike- L'Chaim! |
