There is so much I want to write about, but for the moment, I am so exhausted, I can barely type. I've been sick since Weds, and managed to fit two full work days, a rehearsal, an audition, and a journey to Bney Brak into that time frame, not to mention a night out with friends, and working on my novel for National Novel Writing Month (Nanomo), a purely American meshugass worth google-ing.
Sometimes I think I must be crazy, both for my desire to make aliyah, and for my stubborness in staying here, when things in the US would be so much easier for me - Manhattan is a place I was born and raised, where I don't wander around for fifteen minutes looking for busstops, and have some pretense of how to navigate the beurocracy. It's where I have my friends - and yes, my parents, who, kvetch as I do, are still some sort of support network, I think.
Anyhow, I was having "one of those days" on Thursday, when I stopped at the tachana hamerkazit to eat something and try to use the internet during my one and a half hour lunch break in a twelve hour workday. I wound up getting into a random conversation about aliyah with a woman about my age, named Leah, whose parents emigrated from Russia. It was one of those cool random encounters that I love, that I think Jerusalem is a particularly great city for.
I've been thinking a lot recently about rifts in Israeli society, and discrimination against religious people, and condoms, all for really different reasons, but am too tired to write about those serious topics - and yes, condoms are serious - we're talking about preventing STDS and unwanted pregancies!
To sum up: Wear a condom, and have a nice day. (This should be the sign-post on some sleezy motel where you pay by the hour.)
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