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Guess what? My Israeli citizenship has been approved today! 🇮🇱 Life will never be the same again :))) The real Hanukkah Miracle! Chag Urim Sameach to you all! 🕯
📍@25hourshotels, Munich, Germany
🚀Heading to Berlin tonight to celebrate Hanukkah there. Let me know if you are also in Berlin during this week! And then ISRAEL!
All four walls had water pouring down them, making a constant mist all around us. All my clothes and camera equipment were soaked by the end. Thank god for weather sealing 😅
I edited this photo (along with most of my other photos) with my preset pack! Link in bio.
I’ve got a thing for the type of people who are undeniably themselves. The ones with messy hair, and even messier souls. I’ve got a thing for those people who laugh at their own jokes, and rejoice in their own success.
It’s the people who fight for what they believe in and never let their spirit settle.
These are the type of people I want in my life.
These are my fav people!💛🍂
"Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries, took the bus home, carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment and cooked myself dinner. You and I may have different definitions of a good day. This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill, worked 60 hours between my two jobs, only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks and slept like a rock. Flossed in the morning, locked my door, and remembered to buy eggs. My mother is proud of me. It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course. She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale” with, “Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs” But she is proud. See, she remembers what came before this. The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles, how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks. She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide. These were the bad days. My life was a gift that I wanted to return. My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs. Depression, is a good lover. So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you. And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world, That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting. It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created. Today, I slept in until 10, cleaned every dish I own, fought with the bank, took care of paperwork. You and I might have different definitions of adulthood. I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college, but I don’t speak for others anymore, and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for. And my mother is proud of me. I burned down a house of depression, I painted over murals of greyscale, and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live But today, I want to live. I didn’t salivate over sharp knives, or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge. I just cleaned my bathroom, did the laundry, called my brother. Told him, “it was a good day.” —Kait Rokowski (A Good Day)