Tag: nostalgia

  • You don’t know who you are…

    Today is the day that kind of floats by every once in a while. Maybe once a year. I realize, out of nowhere, people from the past who I suddenly miss terribly. You don’t know who you are; and if you did, you’d be pretty surprised. A professor who I adored and looked up to……

  • Nostalgia is like a box of chocolates.

    A coworker, upon returning from vacation, brought a box of chocolate to share today, as per the office tradition. I don’t think she realized the excitement it would cause; she’s an olah like me. We found it very cute to watch the Israelis get excited about her choice: It’s a retro-style box of Elite chocolate…

  • On high school reunions, halacha, nostalgia and everything in between.

    Between running into my high school principle, the recent Flatbush fiasco and my friend attending her ten-year reunion couple nights ago, I’ve had high school on the brain in the last few weeks. High school is something I have successfully managed to block from the forefront of my mind. Part of it was my own…

  • Today I turn three… and am no longer 'new'.

    So apparently, starting today, I am no longer considered an olah chadasha (new immigrant). That seems to be the consensus from other olim, the Israeli government and Nefesh b’Nefesh. Do I feel vatik (senior)? Certainly not… But I suppose I don’t feel new anymore, either. Whatever I am in numbers or years, I know that…