It would be nice to be home, but I don't miss it. Simply because I live in the moment and I make the best out of it. So I don't long to be home, but I know its a wonderful place to be. - My friend, Elazar!

i'm a million miles from home. somehow this has translated to a closer friendship with some, and truly a million miles with others. how time flies and three months have gone by.

when ure on an exchange, it more than just "studying abroad". i am experiencing and i want to learn. not just learn how people in italy live and how expensive cannes is and how punctual germans are. but to learn, live and grow. to see the same thing in a different light. to hear the same words but understand differently. to step back and look in.

travelling in the past was something "people do", something "people enjoyed" and i couldnt see whats so awesome about it all. the Last Supper was just a painting, the Berlin Wall, nothing but a wall. a memorial? not more than a stone slab with some carvings and fine gold inscriptions. but somehow, something moved, something changed, something opened up. after 3 months straight of extensive travelling and barely any studying, feelings set in and standing on a castle is no longer standing on stone. i stand and i'm absorbing. reading this sounds blasphemous i would agree. but absorbing is about the only word i can think of to describe it. sensations enter my mind and self and u see details of the attraction in a new light. helps that lovely europe is a continent rich in history and vibrant in its present state, with much to offer anyone who happens to stop by.

one line from an old old friend in london dropped the bomb right on it. he was puzzled, why i lived life hiding and allowing low or no expectations to be formed about me and the work i do. when there are no expectatons, there are no disappointments, and no matter what i do, it will amaze. its time to stop being small and allowing others to have no expectations of me. this limits me terribly and reduces any potential growth. alora, not anymore. its past the age where i bend over and hold my head low in the shadows. head held high, eyes shining, brain working. watch out world, its my time to shine.