Well, I'm back.
I'm sick, deaf in one ear (thank you, airline travelling), and have a sixpack from coughing and crying too much. But I'm back.
...Back? Wtf does that mean?
Let me say that, guess what, kids, this summer has made me realise just how few friends I have here.
I have made lifelong friends in the US and Israel this summer, and we love each other absolutely and unconditionally.
How many of you are really that there for me?
Which leads me to the conclusion:
After university, I plan to work in Argentina or Mexico with their Jewish communities for some time, and get my acting/writing career on the move. And then, I plan on making aliyah.
I want to leave the United States. I hate it here. All these horrible memories.
Israel meant so much. I won't even begin to detail it here. I'm probably going to post my journal entries (written ones), but they're most likely going to be private. Just for me. You know.
Israel is hard to describe. It's so different from the United States, and yet some things are fundamentally the same. All I know is, I felt something there I've never felt for any other place. Which is why I don't belong in this country ever again.
It sucks to be back. That's all I can say.
Another thing. I am now ba'al t'shuvah.
This means, more or less, "husband of the return".
In Jew terms, this means I'm going Orthodox, leaving my Reconstructionist past.
So, yes. I'm Orthodox.
Thought I'd get that out there.
Don't be shocked when you see me.
My love to Devon, Addison, Rachel, Rachael; anyone who's supported me through the summer.