Amit Erez “Postcard” (Israel)
I’m going to make the same mistake
Same thing i did just yesterday
I know i’m running out of time
This is the wrong place for my kind
Say what you want to i don’t care what your’e thinking
Send me a postcard i don’t care what your’e writing
Always been talking, about making dreams come true
I won’t be there to take it away from you
Nobody wanted you to go
Even your daddy told me so
But you’re so eager in your way
I change the subject every day
Say what you want to i don’t care what your’e thinking
Send me a postcard i don’t care what your’e writing
Always been talking about making dreams come true
I won’t be there to take it away from you
Say what you want to i don’t care what your’e thinking
Send me a postcard i don’t care what your’e writing
Always been talking about making dreams come true
I won’t be there to take it away from you
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i went and saw my big sister today for lunch. she works for monster and sits pretty high up the chain. she deserves to be up there. she’s busy but her birthday was coming up. yea, she’s a libra like me, but we are total polar opposites. in a good way, she balances me out. whenever i need to hear another point of view that i am diligently ignoring, i go see her and she tells me like it is.
i finally admitted to her about my plans to move away across the atlantic. at first she was very big sisterly and told me steps in making sure that i exhaust all my preparation needs, including looking for the same work here where i would be closer to family. then, i told her about my wanting to move to dubai to not just work but to start a new life. she figured out what i was trying to say, and she started to cry. she quickly disclaimed that she cries twice a week because of her work and her sensitive nature.
it took me by surprise, because she was also the one that paid my way to study in europe right after i left high school. she always encouraged me to travel and see the world and understand my place in it. for some reason, she got all choked up. she told me, “and what about your son? are you just gonna leave him? this is sad!”
as a matter of fact, that would be exactly what i’ll be doing. the same way our parents were too busy thinking of their career and traveled the world while grandma watched us waiting to grow old enough to eventually understand.
she warned me not to get up and leave without fully exhausting all my options, including professional counsel to make sure that this separation won’t harm my son any more than the scars we bear from our own parents’ inability to hold it together. “keep it honest” she said. “don’t say you’re leaving to work then never come back. and what about his mom? what if she wants to see someone else? that sucks for her if ku thinks she’s the dishonest one because you can’t tell him that you’re no longer together!”
at that, i choked…and promised to do the right thing. big sis is always right.
