Tag: America

  • Home.

    I looked up when, among the mumbling, I heard the word ‘מעליב.’ Standing in a long, slow-moving line at a Staten Island department store, I suddenly felt at home. And yet, it wasn’t because I was in Staten Island, or a department store. She turned around to complain about the long line in English, and…

  • This is America and we’re gonna get DRUNK.

    No where else in the world (except maybe Australia?) can you go to Costco and buy vodka. I mean, VODKA. I MEAN VODKA. Dedicated to my Pops. You know why.

  • For purple mountain majesties…

    The following are 1/10 the amount of photos I took in the last 48 hours I’ve been in Colorado visiting family. It was hard to pick out just ten, and even that is a ridiculous amount to post. But guess what? The Colorado Rockies are breathtaking and I’m a country girl now. Ok, the Judean…

  • Separation anxiety and the wandering me.

    My professor had us draw a chart describing an experience of separation we’ve gone in childhood, teenage years, as an adult and also one that we expect in the next five or so years. Oddly, the easiest phase to fill out was the last; it came to me immediately and it’s a wonder that little…

  • Why I made aliyah: My new answer.

    It’s been a long couple of weeks. I haven’t had much to say and haven’t been wanting to think about the news. I’m currently a bachelorette living in this big apartment since my roommate went to Australia for two weeks. I’ve got a lot of school work to do and a lot of work work…