Sadness

I left "Home Sweet Home" (Michael's apartment in Tel Aviv) today and arrived to this cold city (Stockholm) a few hours ago. I had forgot (read: repressed) how people here are, how they look, how they act, etc. during my 16 days in Israel. I looked around me on the platform when I was waiting for the tube on my way home and all I saw was dressed up / heavily made up / anorexic / fake / drunk people. It suddenly hit me that I really don't want to live here. I'm not happy here. It's too cold. The weather, the people, the mentality - everything is just too cold. The people here doesn't laugh, they all look sad. And that makes me sad. Michael, come and take me out of here! Please. I'm serious. 

Bella