Has any of you been on a big great trip and suffered from horrendous melancholy for weeks and weeks?
I have. I am still experiencing terrible blues: I miss Israel so much! If you've been around me at all, this isn't much of a surprise.
When people ask me how Israel was, I can feel my face light up as I answer "Awesome".( I'm not sure it does for real, maybe it doesn't but I feel it happening).
I do things which remind me of those two crazy amazing months: I chop my salad really small, I eat tahini, I (try, especially in the last week, to) get up every morning with a big smile, I keep a diary, I read, I keep up to date with the news, I listen to Israeli music, I take interest in the people around me.
However, there are so many things I stopped doing: I don't use Hebrew sentences any more, I don't fight with moovit to get a bus, I wear socks and actually match my outfits, I go to bed early, I crave cake, I don't scream "WHAT?!" when I'm surprised because it's considered a bit rude. I always carry an umbrella and not sunscreen in my bag.
All in all, I really really miss it: I miss the simplicity of life in the kibbutz and the hazed beauty of Israeli sunsets. I miss the directness of people and their utter crude sincerity, which was almost too direct at times.
It will get better as time goes by. Hospital placement really helps because I'm constantly busy doing something I love. Also, to treat the blues, I have decided to write some of my weekend adventures around Israel!