Citizen of the world

Palisades Park – Santa Monica, California. A postcard.

She said that she doesn’t have a homeland. She doesn’t need one. She could live anywhere. Her home was within her. She said that while gesturing to her heart. After she moved to Toronto from Israel, she lived for a while in Romania – she got a job there. It was very easy for her to adjust. Romania became her home. Back then.
She said that she didn’t feel Canada was her homeland. If one day they would get a job, say, in a warmer country, she might choose to move. She didn’t feel she lacked anything. Her home was in herself, her home were her children.

Then she said she didn’t think much of friendships either. “It’s nice to have friends”, she said, “but friendship is transitory". You cross paths with someone, you click, you become friends, but your situation might change, for this reason or that, and you will choose a different direction. "It’s perfectly fine”, she said. Friendship, for her, was ephemeral. Friends come and friends go. Before she had kids, all her friends were bachelors. She would go out with them, sit in bars and cafes for hours and talk. They were all interested in things that back then seemed very important. After she had kids she couldn’t do it anymore and her interests changed. What seemed so important, lost it’s allure. Her friends, on the other hand, didn’t find much interest in her new attraction – her children. That’s how they took different paths. “And that was just fine”. She concluded.

Comments

[Golda b.]

In a city like Toronto, or NY, transitory cities for many people, it is quite common to make friends and loose them after a few years. It's a hard thing to get used to if you are the one who stays, because one of the things that makes you feel established is a nice friend. When they leave you feel left behind. When a good friend (relatively new) heard about our thoughts of maybe one day in the far future going back to Israel she was shocked and worried, she said she wouldn't be able to bear another loss if indeed we leave. and my point is? just sharing thoughts...

[j!]

if ny and toronto are the only transatory places for transatory frienships, so as well as I, live in the same nighbourhood.
(or that what they mean when they ny state of mind?)
i do agree as friendship as relationship are temporal just as life itself. AND THAT WHAT MAKES ALL OF THE ABOVE SO PRESCIUOS: not being itternal. as u say, even homeland is transatory, as long as it is carried in the self, being detouched from a teritory, being remodeled. btw, I met sweet antkus at the street, I hardly recognised her at third :) glance... not she has changed, not it wasn't pleasure meating her: I just compleetly lost the knowtion of her as a leaving person, rather than a memory.

[hadas]

But we will be friends forever, won't we darling? Soon it will be 9 years! And my love didn't fade during all these years. Not one little bit :) miss ya.

[j!]

dear! I'm glad our 9th year affair grows trans atlantic. reasured of your love, I still think we have some time left...
:)