Back in Jerusalem

Long time no writing, very long time. That’s not okay because I love blogging. 
I am back in Jerusalem. Only this time I have a job and a shared apartment, which is very different from the last time I was here. 

I arrived at Ben Gurion Airport with two suitcases which seemed like LOADS of stuff back in the US and here when the mini bus(שירות) driver was cursing me (and himself) for having too much stuff. Oh Israel! Lovely service as always! 
A Palestinian passenger helped me very kindly with my stuff and told me “don’t mind the driver”.
Unpacking everything I discovered that most of my “stuff” were winter clothing and bed sheets that didn’t fit the bed and that I had pretty much nothing. I did have, however, an unfurnished apartment and a dumbass landlord, and I still have them but the apartment is slowly becoming habitable.
‘It will be okay’ I tell myself at times the world seems a bit uncozy. 

Life is rolling. There is the middle-aged man at the store who keeps saying “how are you sweetheart what can I help you with”, which considered SUPER polite here. There are the high volumes in which Hebrew is usually been spoken: eagerly, aggressively or simply too loud. And don’t forget the sound of the impatient Israeli driver’s horn that seems to last forever. They give the most accurate soundtrack to a country that is, and always has been, gravely stressed out.  

Among all of this there is the place where my past longings are coming from. This place has nothing to do with politics, military, wars or Gal Gadot. It is a shy and gentle place, protected by my subconscious.  She doesn’t appear on any maps and she doesn’t have a form. Yet, she is there. Somewhere in the morning’s smell, hidden in the taste of a fruit, dancing with the sound of rain meets dry pavement. 
I live in Rehavia, a West Jerusalem neighborhood, mostly secular and young. Cool coffee places. 
I work in East Jerusalem, close to Damascus Gate and Salah E-Din street AND the tip end of Mea Sha’arim (an extreme orthodox Yiddish neighborhood women don’t simply wander into). I am definitely not used to the environment the Seeds of Peace office is in. But I’m getting used to it.

It’s like living in two different worlds. Universes even. All in one crazy city. 
I do drawing more often. I want to improve my technical skills, find my style and develop it. But most importantly, it helps me calm and meditate myself while living in this country.
I am hoping the Jerusalem Syndrome will inspire me in a good way.

A community garden very close to where I live.

All the photos were taken while I was exploring, of course. 

Nachlaot

Sukkah

And a small drawing for Sukkot

More Nachlaot

 Rosh Hashanah drawing
I am up for an illustrating the holidays project! Not only Jewish holidays (hopefully). I’ve never finished my Halloween one for some reason… But we will see what unfolds. 
Ciao

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