Calling Tel-Aviv my 'hometown' is not the most accurate.
For one - Tel-Aviv is not a town. It's a buzzing small city on the Mediterranean sea. Plus I was born and raised in Jerusalem (also, NOT a town) and only moved to Tel-Aviv when I turned twelve. But I call Tel-Aviv my hometown because I spent my pivotal teen years and adapted to being a young adult in this 'town' so it will forever be a home for me. So now here I am, in my hometown. I double-masked, took multiple Covid tests and braved two planes and made it to the holy grounds of my home-town. I will spend the next ten or so days quarantined which let's face it - won't be too hard after living in mostly a 'stay-at-home' state this past year. But even though it will be days before I can walk through the actual streets of my home-town, I will stare at it from the rooftop, and travel back in mind to all those events and experiences that made this city my hometown, and took me on the journey from a child to a young woman.
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