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

Shortly before my new adventures

this coming Monday I’ll be off to Hong Kong.
 I’ll wait there for about five hours, then go on my second flight to Osaka. From there I’m taking a shuttle to Kyoto. the whole thing will take almost two days of traveling, considering I’m traveling to meet the future.. and by the time I’ll write another post here I’m hoping to be where I’m supposed to be and rested.

I’m super excited. I’ve always wanted to visit Japan.
my Japanese is bad. and I scorn the American thinking that everyone anywhere in the world has to speak english in order to serve the native English speakers’ needs. so I feel a bit imperialistic myself knowing I’m going to rely on English quite often. it’s not that I’m trying to be hard on myself. I’m quite sababa with what I CAN do, and even the fact that I’m able to communicate with English is spectacular to me.

It’s going to be the first time my parents and I will be so far away from each other for quite a long time. I love my parents and I know it’s going to be a challenging time without them nearby, but I’m also glad for the chance to experience this freedom and responsibility for myself. it’s gonna be fun. and healthy.

I’m traveling by myself, everyone I will meet in the next few months will be new. new people, new places, tastes, and sounds.
I’ve already had some adventures like this before( this might be drastic of them all tho).  i always love the idea of it and get super thrilled beforehand. I get this feeling of “let’s go for it!”. but then I’m having some hard time, I’m a natural loner, I don’t make friends easily. a lot of new people make me want to crawl back to my private cozy corner. it doesn’t go smooth!  Nevertheless, I’m always getting up stronger than before.

The weather in Kyoto will be twice warmer than here. thank you very much. I’m packing my summer clothes and it feels great.

some past things I made with a very noticeable Japanese theme!

Rain men and more winter

I simply cannot wait for the weather around me to get warmer.

I am already looking for my favorite, most comfortable, nice looking summer clothing. unfortunately, I lost my most favorite summer dresses a while ago and I didn’t get to enjoy them last summer.

 I think it happened when I came back from working in the city and just tossed away my clothing bag.  Therefore, I still have hopes they might be somewhere in this house.

Those dresses were super colorful and exactly my type, I really want to have them back..  The same bag also included a hand-made skirt that my aunt got me during a walk we took in Neve Tzedek, which is one of my favorite area in Tel-Aviv. So that skirt is precious. Come back to me little skirt.

I have to get myself more organized with my stuff.

So, yesterday I have received my Japanese visa!

Well, it is not a Visa yet. but it will be one after the embassy in New York sigh it.

This is my first Visa ever because I have never needed one before.  I feel like a real global person now.
My dad used to deal with a lot of American visa issues and when I was a kid I didn’t want him to get it so he won’t leave me.

My Visa has the world “Student” in English and Japanese bold letters on it. I know that if I weren’t a student my chances of getting a visa would have been slim. So there is something nice about getting a thing easily when under most circumstances it is hard to get.

The New York Times came up with their Kyoto 36 hours recommendations at a good timing:

can definitely come handy.

overall, I’m feeling as lazy as my cat nowadays.

some other things-

doodling with a regular ballpoint pen is fun and cheap. I’m actually coming to love it almost as much as I love coloring

now to finding those dresses