Is Home Where The Heart Is? January 3, 2010
I’m back in Cincinnati. I realize that I haven’t posted anything to say that I was anywhere else, probably because I was just having too much of a good time to stop and post about it.
I spent ten days in the Tel Aviv sunshine, enjoying the company of friends and family, good food, coffee and wine and a repetitive stream of stories. There was some feelings of ambivalence. On the one hand, I was home, with the people I care about most and whose company I appreciate more than anything. On the other hand, I was a visitor, spending my nights on a fold-out bed in someone else’s house, uncommitted to the day-to-day life and worries of the place.
I did miss the comfort of my own bed, but if I had to stay a little longer I wouldn’t have said no. In fact, after a year and a quarter I still don’t consider Cincinnati as my home, and I don’t know if I will ever be able to. However, for now at least, I’m staying here. It’s time to get back to the grind of a postgraduate student’s life as the winter quarter starts tomorrow. Just one more to go.
BTW: The picture above was taken with the camera on my new Nokia 5800 phone. Not bad for a phone…



