a little story: "and then there was one"
First, there were many, and we were all on the kibbutz together and had a lovely old time playing in the sun and "learning Hebrew" and folding laundry.
And then many months passed and everyone moved away from the kibbutz, many returning home to their respective countries. There were just a few of us left in Israel, traveling and starting our lives. Those few were of course still talking, still hanging out the kibbutz, only very slowly realizing that it was all ending...
And then this weekend, there were three. We ate with my family, bummed around Tel Aviv, and even had one last hurrah with a bunch of our Mexican buddies from the kibbutz who are now working in the city. But at the end of the weekend, it was time for one more to embrace in goodbye hugs. Tears were shed (too many too count) and hands waved heartfelt goodbyes.
And then there were two. They walked outside, did their best to dry their tears and then let walking around the city do it's magic. After a couple days of sharing memories, creating new ones, and appreciating the present tense, they too said "l'hitraot" and went their separate ways.
And then there was one.
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only now does it really feel like this 6 month kibbutz experience is really over. and what can I say... just like i learned from YPI when I was 13...
Don't cry because it's over...smile because it happened.
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