Designing A Home

Hi guys. I must say first of all that the move to Tel Aviv went eventually smoothly (after forgetting my laptop at the dorms haha), though it was sometimes painful and very tiring.

 

Let me now tell you about the designing part.

First, I've been collecting art for some time now, but I haven't had the space to hang it all, so the high ceilings in my new place were the perfect chance. Plus, now that I'm living finally alone I was able to utilize all the space for my benefit. Take a look - the Astronomy and The Hobbit posters from London, a poster of my favorite place in Jerusalem at night, A copy of the Guernica, from Spain, Stonehenge at night, Rabbi Road by Avi Tsarfati, 3 pictures I got as a gift from a talented friend, and more.

 

I'm very sentimental, so I've collected throughout the years many objects of small price but high value - fan I bought in Madrid, Chopsticks my friend gave me from her trip to China, an oyster I've received from the Republic of Georgia, a flower from my ex, a compass from London, a frame I got when I was 13 from my then-best friend, a small Statue from Amy from Etsy.com and many more. They all carry memories, and they all make me smile.

  The statue --->

 

 



Last thing - I wanted the kitchen to feel homey as well, so I played with the colors of the mugs and the kitchen towels. Plus, I've decorated with a bird sculpture I received as a gift and a pot holder that I used as a picture. The fridge is decorated with magnets, both received and collected (Georgia, China, London and more), and the paper holder is a fun gift from my mother (amongst others).
I don't have much to tell about the bathroom besides advising to decorate it with cute scented ornaments, which will make the place a fun place to be in. And that's it for now :).

 

 

By the way - yesterday I had a housewarming party with many of my close friends, and I want to take this opportunity to thank them all again for coming, for the gifts, for the good spirit and for loving my new place!

Goodbye Dorms

The Mt. Scopus dorms. I've lived there for almost 2 years. I've endured problematic roommates and interesting ones. I've built my little home, had my first love, hosted my first party, had my first breakup and generally have gone through a lot there. The truth is that the dorms will always feel like a home to me, and I'm thankful for the sanctuary they've given me, and the beautiful settings for my photographs.
So, this post is dedicated to my previous home - my dorms, I will miss you, and thank you so much for the good and the bad moments - I've learnt from them all.

First Week

The first week at first week at my new home quite truthfully - wasn't that challenging. A bit of cooking, a bit of running from place to place, a bit of organizing my clothes a bit. But the special thing was on another level - for the first time in my life I'm not feeling guilty that I'm doing what I want.

I've had an interesting conversation with my mother and my psychologist. I think that at last my mother is begining to understand that her obsession with meddling in my life is a problem she needs to deal with on her own, and that I'm a 22 year old woman now, and I have every right to live my life as I want to.

And what an amazing week it's been! It's becoming cooler and rainier over here, which in invites great fashion, but also lost of serenity for me (as I've said in one of the previous posts about the winter). It's kinda funny when I come to think of it - I just smile all the time and take things more easily. I've finally proven myself to myself - I stood up to my parents, moved out, and maybe even found somebody to love ;)

I can really be proud of myself.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRt2jX1kaYo

have a great weekend!

 

(thank's Nooja!!)

At Last...

Modest and small, but no doubt - my new HOME...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_8ydghbGSg&ob=av3e

:)

Homes

This post is particularly special because this week - change will come. whether for the best, or for the worst, at last - my time has come to go out to the world and be on my own.

So I want to talk a bit about homes and their symbolic meaning. In the book "When the Earth Trembled in Haiti" by Ariel Bar, the Israeli rescue team comes at Haiti's rescue after it is shaken by a terrible earthquake at 2010. When they arrive there, the author tries to describe the Haitian way of life through their eyes and focuses particularly on the concept "home". He says that the term is being used quite widely, and is used to describe the fancy multiple-floors houses of the elite, but also the tin-roofed piece of earth that so many people in Haiti call home.


Where is my home? Not to compare my situation to those who were dreadfully injured in the earthquake, but I've come to feel like I'm living in a house rather than a home. I need to find my place. I need to find my peaceful tiny cavity to which I can call a safe place, a room that I won't be afraid to enter -  my real home.

A few weeks ago we stopped by our cousins and saw what an amazing house they've built for themselves. It was incredible (as you can see in the attached photos). But what impressed me most of all in this place was that they all called it a home, it was their spot in the universe, where they feel safe, serene and themselves.

I've said above that this is a time of change for me. And that's cause I hope that I will finally find me a HOME... I'll keep you posted.