The booths with the sign above them, sprinkled on every other corner of Jerusalem, scream, “Change,” and I, always obedient (most of the time…), obey. At first, I hesitated, but recently, I’ve been going at it head on. There’s something … Continue reading Change, Change, Change
I’m compelled to continue blogging by the out pouring of love and questions that have come my way by my concerned friends, who haven’t heard from me in weeks. It’s been over 5 months since landing! I’m sitting in Ma’afe … Continue reading Five Months Later…
I have so much to tell you!! It’s been 3 weeks already, and now that my phone is working and there’s WiFi, I’m exploding with memories. I haven’blogged a lot since arriving because I’m stubborn, and my phone want letting … Continue reading Only in Israel! Tiveria Trip!
Ok, where did I pause? Right, longest day of my life. We just got our IDs. The original plan was to take a taxi to Har Shmuel (right outside of Jerusalem), but a close family friend, Mrs. Batsheva Goldman, whose … Continue reading Day 1, Part 2: There’s No Place Like Home
Day 1 was possibly the longest day of my life. It began early in the morning, driving to Newark to catch the plane. My parents, four siblings, and a friend came along. I freaked out half an hour in when … Continue reading Day 1, Part 1: Saying Goodbye
I’m home!!! And I’m on almost two days of no sleep. I just sat on the couch and accidentally spilled my water all over it. It was an amazing, miraculous day. Here are some pictures from the airport-I can’t wait to … Continue reading I’m Home 🙂 Exhausted and in Love
I stumbled into the restroom after donating platelets today and looked at my face in the mirror. It was nearly translucent white, my dark eyes showing the only hint of color. One second later, the room went black, I felt … Continue reading A Faint Reminder
Behind my eyes, my thoughts twist and run through the gates of the city; worn cobblestone clicking under my feet. Worry swells in my heart until my eyes gush hot tears of sadness and happiness and possability, and my throat … Continue reading Late Night Scribbling
My grandfather sat down across from me at the table this past Friday. “I hear you’re making aliyah.” “Mmhm, I am.” “I think it’s a terrible idea.” Not the words I was hoping to hear, but what followed were some very … Continue reading Why I’m Going All In
