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The Next Chapter

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I can’t believe I’m writing this post. 

It’s been just over a year since we moved out of our darling apartment in New York City. It feels like  only yesterday that I was gripping Tal’s hand as we drove across the Brooklyn Bridge, out of the city in which we’d fallen in love and built the foundations of our life together.

We weren’t just leaving our home, we were leaving our comfort zone.  We had virtually no idea what the year held for us, and we couldn’t have predicted it if we’d tried.

But after 368 days, 8countries, a few very special new friendships and what feels like a lifetime worth of spectacular experiences… we’re coming home.

In three weeks we will pack our giant suitcases for last time. Part of me is incredibly excited. I’ve missed the full extent of my wardrobe, ovens, predictable grocery items, familiar household bugs and of course our friends and family. But the other part of me knows that this is bittersweet.  As Tal likes to say, this year we were “citizens of the world”. And while we’ll always be a couple, and someday a family, who travel together, it will likely never be quite like this.

If I’m to be honest, it’s important that I admit that on many days I was angrier and more frustrated with the world than I knew I could be. But this exceptional opportunity also gave me the chance to witness unparalleled beauty in nature as well as humanity. With each new stamp in my passport, my view and understanding of the world expanded.  I am eternally grateful for the life changing experiences and unexpected, exceptional friendships that resulted from this crazy year.  

 

 

Snapshots of Dar es Salaam

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Stiillll Gooooing

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Hey there! Remember me? I used to write a pretty Ok travel blog? Contrary to popular belief, I was not swallowed by a black hole. I am in fact still living abroad,  still having daily traumatic/fabulous adventures, and yes I’m still wildly confused 99% of the time…

Here are some updates:

Ulpan: I am bad at language learning. No. Seriously. BAD. Example: After 3 years of High School Spanish I had to take a State exam; I estimate that I wrote about a third of it in Spanish and simply added “O’s” to the end of English words for everything else. I foolishly soldiered on for another 2 years in college, and as my final presentation I recited a recipe for guacamole and called it a day.

When I sat down for my first day of Hebrew class, exhausted from our Kili climb and my red eye arrival to Israel, latent memories of Espanol lessons returning to me in vivid flashbacks, I lay my forehead on the cool desktop in front of me, took a deep breath and proceeded to give myself a few sharp smacks.  WHAT on EARTH was I thinking?!?!

I wish I could check my ego at the door and embrace mistakes in the name of progress, but despite my poor language skills and a slight lack of confidence, I’m making progress. Slowly but surely, I know stuff. Not as much as I want, and not as much as some of my incredible peers, but stuff. And that’s a lot more than I could say two months ago.

Living in Israel: Things I love: The gorgeous Mediterranean beach 3 blocks from my apartment, the mellow/laid back cafe culture, the incredible food (OH MY LORD THE DAIRY), the spectacular weather, and the proximity to Tal’s amazing family. Things I don’t love: The screwy politics, the high cost of living, the …different… perspective… on manners, and the void of religious life for reform Jews.

Being away from Tal: TRUTH: It sucks. I miss him like whoa. MORE TRUTH: We’re Ok. Actually, we’re better than Ok. And, AND, we’re going to see each other in  4 days, 9 hours and 27 minutes. Not that I’m counting.  SQUEEEEE!!!!!!

Other: I’m trying a new kind of fitness regiment called CrossFit, and I’m SUPER excited about it. I’d heard about it from ambitious friends for years, but I’ve always been a little intimated. However, a few weeks ago, I said to myself, “Self. YOU CRAZY. Look at everything you’ve done this year, are you seriously gonna let yourself be afraid of a few burpees?” My sassy inner goddess was really saying something so, so much bigger.

With the one year anniversary of this awesome adventure quickly approaching, I’m feeling sort of invincible.

My Progress Thus Far

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Since I moved to Tel Aviv and began learning Hebrew one month ago:

  • I’ve resumed my totally sexy nail biting habit

What? I look JUST like this when I have all ten of my fingers simultaneously shoved into my mouth at the same time.

  • My hair, which had just forgiven me for six months in India, is falling out. Again.
  • My English vocabulary is becoming increasingly badder and badder.
  • I’ve completely retrogressed to my pre-married pre-college housekeeping methods.

  • My goodreads account has also, um… regressed.

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  • I went from working for the world’s largest magazine publisher, to being turned down for a waitressing position… because I wasn’t able to say, “What can I get you?”

However, one month ago my Hebrew was limited to the ability to order a coffee (and not even the way I take my coffee) and now…

I wrote this!!! From thoughts inside my head!! So TAKE THAT female pattern baldness, germ infestations and a my alarmingly depleted bank account, I learnded stuff!