in the works…

I’m without computer.

My laptop is out of order…A new post will follow a new laptop.

The brief update goes as follows: I’ve gone freelance. That’s right, beauties and gents, my bags are officially being carried in stores. I’m gonna be rich. And famous. But more important than both of the previous, I now know that when the time comes, I have the talents and abilities to make a career out of doing something that I find absolutely ridiculously fun.

More to come. I swear.

coming soon…

I haven’t forgotten about you, blog.
For those of you anxiously awaiting a new post…it will happen soon.
I didn’t forget; I just haven’t been particularly inspired by anything.

Stay Tuned.

Life is Good (period)

Someday…”life is good” won’t be such a conditional statement.

For now, however, under the conditions at hand, in this very moment…Life is good!!!

There’s more to come on the freakish level of excitement I’m experiencing about my plans for the coming year, but for now…a thought.

Why is it that I can’t find a way to verbalize an answer when someone stands in front of me and asks “why Israel?” I sometimes forget that not everyone gets it. I forget that there’s just an understanding between people who DO get it that can’t be explained to those who don’t. I’ve been questioned by my own family for days: Are you sure you’re not just geographically changing your life to escape your problems? Are you sure you want to commit to a whole year…what if you get over it after a semester?

You don’t go to israel to escape yourself. Well, at least, I’m not. I’m going to do just the opposite…FIND MYSELF. And although I’m not ruling it out, I highly doubt that I’ll be ready to come home in January.

If all goes my way (and I’ll be HEARTBROKEN if anything screws this up)…I’ll be moved into my dorm at the University of Haifa by the first week of October.

Life is good.

…So here I go with all my thoughts I’ve been saving

The other day I hid in the back seat of a car in ridiculous heat. In a hot pink shirt reading “Warwick is the new black,” I rolled behind said car like a freaking soldier, hid behind a bush, jumped from bush to bush…obviously camouflaged behind each (because bush’s are clearly hot pink)…proceeded to pee behind one of the bushes, reversed the entire mission, got back in the backseat of the car, and continued to melt.
Why is my life not a television show? The best part of the entire thing was when I couldn’t stop laughing…by myself…in the back of a car.

On a more spiritual-awakening-esque note, why is it that trains, buses, and planes always force me into this really intense state of contemplation? An east coast train or bus ride, my ipod, and me is sometimes the only cocktail of therapies that make me feel really comfortable with being alone. I feel comfortable with myself.

Today, I feel okay. Not like “just okay.” No, today I have this feeling that I’m okay…that everything is going to be okay. I don’t even know what’s wrong or what WASN’T okay…I just know that at this very moment, I feel like everything will work itself out in time. It’s kind of a spiritual thing. And by kind of… I mean very much so.

This trip has been nothing short of very interesting. It’s been incredible, really. Even the “bad” things have opened my eyes, have brought me closer to people with whom I never would’ve been close and have changed my outlook on a lot of things… For better or for worse.

Sometimes I go places or do things with the expectation of feeling a shift within myself. One day last week, I spent a day by myself roaming around New York City, getting acquainted, plotting my next big dream that would come about from a day in the Big Apple. I realized a week later though, waiting for a train back into the city, that one can’t just plan these things.

Something just shifted within me. I totally wasn’t ready for it. My gut, my heart of hearts, just spoke to me. For one moment, I just knew what I needed to do. Not right away. Not like…I had to pee. More like…well, more like exactly what I wanted out of leaving home for a few weeks. I wanted things to change when I got back. I think I just figured out what that looks like.

On a completely (but then again not COMPLETELY) unrelated note: I’m keeping kosher. I have no idea what has prompted me to reconnect with my Judaism. That previous statement may not be entirely true. I’m keeping kosher. I’m getting back to learning about Judaism. I’m going to read the bible, cover to cover. And I’m committing to Fair Trade coffee and recycling. Prior to these last few days, I knew myself as a Jew who associated more with a movement than with an organized religion. I know that doesn’t make tons of sense, considering the movement with which I’ve been associated is one that represents an organized religion. Nonetheless, I’ve been culturally Jewish. I really don’t know that keeping kosher, reading the bible, taking the Sabbath more literally, and recycling (totally unrelated) will connect me with Judaism, but I feel the need to start somewhere.

And lastly, just a touch of my list of “Things I’ve Grown to Like”: man capris, twizzlers, the rain, escalators, leggings, and the color orange. More to Come.