The way to go

Now it’s almost one month back in Tel-Aviv and time seems to be flying. And then you realize maybe it’s time to leave your holiday mode and face it. If you really want to stay here and make it, you should slowly think about start doing something.

Thing is, I don’t feel like doing anything but taking care of myself. All these years taking responsibility for others brought me to a point, where I need a break in order to get back my energy and motivation. I enjoy every day I don’t have to get up in the morning, do my yoga, have breakfast for one hour, take time to figure out what I feel like doing today. I just love that. Thing is also, that it is not that easy to find a job, especially when you are not doing Aliyah or are planning to marry a Jew. But the biggest thing about all that is, that I still don’t have a clue what I would actually like to do.

There are different options and obviously I would choose the one that promises to be most fun. But being here as a tourist with no working visa makes things a little complicated. Going back to an office job would be safest thing to do, especially because of the legal aspect, but this is the thing I want to do least. At least at this moment. So the only option to be taken into account is to do something that is not taken as working in Israel.

And I don’t mean to become the wife of an orthodox Jew! I heard they are working a lot to comfort their husbands. I was really amazed when I heard, that these men are not working and the wifes are managing everything. Actually like in any other country, except from Germany, where the men are doing the housework and get very upset, if they are not treated equally as their women.

But let’s move on to a more interesting topic. Dating in Tel-Aviv. I got a very good tip: don’t! Or at least pick an immigrant. You hear stories and make experiences and I definitely can confirm that Israeli men are big boys (Peter Pans) not willing to take any responsibility for their actions, but they even say worse things about the Israellas. For me the girls are stunning, but all men here keep on complaining about the Israeli women. Valentine’s day was a day full of drama, heartache, and breakups. Somehow it seems that the insecure situation in this country is especially mirrowed in the dating rules applying.

And then you are here alone, European, pale as hell and it seems you have this “hit on me” banner on your forehead. I am not going to be the angry German woman, complaining that men would even look at her. Since I moved to Poland my approach towards men changed completely, I even appreciate that. And Israeli men would just talk to you in their openness. Of course they will try to get you there, most of them do. You learn the 50 shades of NO. That’s it. And I have to tell you that the weather also promotes certain aspects of human nature. So basically it’s a hit and run game among very hot but also quite immature people. But isn’t this the sickness of every big city?

So maybe it’s just about getting to know the right kind of people, those that will fit your vibe. Just after my return from Haifa last week, I went to the Carmel Market looking for some alternative amd spiritual inspiration and instantly found this henna artist. If this is not synchronicity! I will not only get a henna tattoo, but also take lessons. Yippie! You have no idea how happy I was. Then I visited a friend who came just back from his Thailand holiday and after doing courses there, did some amazing cooking for us. Incredibly tasty! I was rolling back home, to get ready for the balagan.

Cause that night was my actual “welcome back party” since my favorite club had its 5th birthday. There are places on earth, where you are perfectly in line with yourself, the world, and even the whole fucking universe. I call these places church. I just love the people, the music, and the incredible vibe in this place. Being back there assured me, that it was the absolute right decision to come back. And of course it’s not as much about the place as such, but what it does to you, the access it gives you to certain parts of yourself.

And then it comes back to you, what you would really like to do. To leave the known path and do something that really makes you happy. And I feel that it’s not as much about what you are doing, but who you are working with. And whether company can stand above your independance. And whether your intellect will let you do what your heart is longing for.

It’s so not easy to be me. There is too much I like, too much I am interested in. Too many sides of my personality looking for attention and fulfillment. And I chose this city to put all those pieces back together and to build something that will make me happy. In love with Tel-Aviv.