By a Masa Israel participant studying at the University of Haifa

 

I never thought I could love one place so much.

 

I can't even fully explain what it is like living here. I know it. I feel it. It’s pleasant like fine sand between my fingers, but when I try to describe it, it slips through my hand.

 

It's because each grain of sand is like a memory. Each moment like a miniscule rock is so small that it would be impossible to describe them all. They are the mundane things, like walking to class every morning, watching the different people get on the bus as I ride to Mercaz Carmel. Every successful transaction in Hebrew, every failure to communicate, every night watching the lights of the city glitter in the haze, every fresh rain-washed morning. Each one is small and precious, together making up the...