Mount Herzl in Jerusalem is a place loaded with memories. Where I began the journey of my independence.
This is where I made the way to my first grocery shopping and my first tram ride back home, which was the first time I moved out to live on my own.
This is where my first day at the art academy took place, as well as the last day I figured that I and official institutions will never get along and dropped out.
But moreover, this place was the initial station along the path of self-discovery, the place where I had prepared myself to take off, on to a bold life-long journey of individualistic self-expression.
This time was tough; memorable of overflowing, anticipation, and uncertainty. Yet I am glad to have begun my journey in that place, at that point of time, and grateful for the picturesque reminisces, experiences, and perspectives, that this place granted me.
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