The Paintings I Bring Back Home Speak to Me

Irecently read about it on social media and reached a self-diagnosis of a condition that I suffer from called Notriphobia. Do you get it? No-trip-phobia — the fear of not having any trips booked. :) I have been collecting souvenirs from my travels since I was 7 years old. Thanks to my father who planted the travel bug in me, we used to collect pamphlets, flyers, postcards, and tickets. Nothing too fancy but those piled up pretty quickly in my parents’ disorganized home office, and eventually made their way to the recycling bin when my mother had a chance to downsize. Then came my time to travel as an adult, trying to set up my own home. I started with the idea of shot glasses but soon realized that a) I needed good-looking shelves to display them, and b) they were zero-utility value for someone who is never going to drink out of those glasses. Then I moved on to collecting magnets because they were cheaper and there was room to display them on the refrigerator. Now with stainless-steel refrigerators, I’ll have to stick my magnets on a magnetic board or a world map on the wall and frame them. <h2>From Israel to Brooklyn</h2> This was in 2000 when I was working in Brooklyn. I had two artists who walked into my place of work selling their paintings. I didn’t have my own place to stay at that time. I was in my first job and was staying in my uncle’s basement because I couldn’t afford New York rent. I had no money nor interest in buying any paintings. The two artists said they were from Israel and had a great story to tell. Either they were good salesmen or I was a sucker for their story. The minute I saw one of the paintings, I fell in love. <a href="https://medium.com/globetrotters/the-paintings-i-bring-back-home-speak-to-me-8816aeaf5543">Visit Now</a>