You are now passing Katona. You are now passing Kiyrat Motskin. you are now passing Bethyl Hills you are now passing Acco. You wake up from a dazed sleep to find yourself on the bus, no the train, no the bus again. You fall asleep you pass White plains or was it Tel Aviv merkaz? In this sleep-deprived sleep that only soldiers seem to understand my two realities collide into one. People ask me what I feel more like Israeli or American. I know I am American here but i feel more at peace with that then being Israeli in America. I woke up today on the bus as I passed cows and Arab villages and towns that all sound similar still closed for Shabbat. I remember that I would always call my Aba to come get me from the Brewster train station when I got to Katona.
I wanted to so badly call him saying hey I got here come pick me up. I guess thats the hardest point . The little things . Like missing your parents. Or the fact that you are unsure of when the next time you will see them or how you will make money or where you will live . Or if your friends in the states still think of you, or have they all moved on.
I am bout to meet the future head on and its kind of a scary transition from being a soldier (that is still wickidly hard) into being a real person again. I will have to pay rent and taxes and worry about work schedules and how buying that beer at teh bar means that I have to scrimp on groceries. Not sure if I look foreward to that part of it.
In any case I will be sure I will update you all on what I decide to do .
ALl my love,
Michali
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