While going for a walk this evening along the tayelet (boardwalk) in Tel Aviv I was stopping along the way to take in the breathtaking view and take some photos too. I watched the sun set and tried to commit this to memory.
One of the best things about Tel Aviv beach in my opinion is you get to see the planes coming in. After seeing hundreds of planes come in you would think I'd be over it by now. You would be wrong. Something was different this time though.
Maybe it was the song on my iPod that made me particularly emotional, but as I was watching another plane fly towards Tel Aviv I found myself crying. I was overwhelmed by sadness at the thought of leaving this city and country that has been my home since I imposed myself on it eight months ago.
Am I making the right decision in leaving and going back to Australia? Pardon my French, but f*@#ed if I know. I do know that I miss Melbourne and all that Melbourne entails, but I guess only time will tell.
Israel has captured my heart in a way that, frankly, I didn't expect it to. There have been a few occasions where I've compared Israel to an abusive husband; no matter how hard it hits me, I still love it and go back to it. If I was Australia, I'd be pissed. Israel totally just cut its lunch.
So the countdown has started and before I know it, it'll be me flying out of Tel Aviv, leaving my abusive lover. But not for the last time...
Your abusive husband loves you... just remember that those who learn to deal with his bullshit reap all the benefits! Good luck back home - and do come back:)
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