we did a birthday picnic today, in the kibbutz i used to live in before. it is always very special to return to there. that’s the place i lived in for the longest, after i moved out from my parents. i guess therefore, i became extra attached to that place.
it was a day with loads of laughing. and even after the picnic, it continued back home with other friends. i am on the verge of collapsing from tiredness, hence i find everything extremely funny….
also, it was a day of dealing with confrontations/ or dealing with the confrontation of someone not wanting to be confronted. still, you end up with a feeling of confrontation, even when it is stays unspoken. oh.oh. oh.