B'Arad
Arad is an absorption town in the middle of the Negev desert in Israel. This is where I live, with about 300 Russians who don't speak english or hebrew, or open doors for girls with heavy bags, or help push elevator buttons when girls with large bags get crushed and are unable to reach them. This is where the three pubs, 6 restaurants, and one mall offer entertainment when it's not Monday, the day the shuk is open and you can watch people try to haggle over slippers while standing in crushed grapes. This is my home for three months.
I'll have more to type when I get over jet lag (I tried sleeping pills for the first time, but they don't seem to kick in until the morning after I take them) when I firgure out what classes I'm taking (next week) and I am told about the program I'm on (sunday).
much love, and tiredness,
Kinneret
7 Days
I've never "blogged" before. I feel incredibly egotistic to think that anyone would read my writing. That out of the way, I've heard it's easier than mass email. So, assuming you are one of my friends and want to keep in touch with me during the next several months while my internet access is limited, this should be ideal. If you don't, than you're probably ecstatic knowing that you won't be getting emails from me clogging up your system along with advertisements for viagra and pyramid schemes.
I'm a week away, plus 3 hours, to stepping onto the ElAl plane. I've already got all my clothes laid out (usually I'm not done shopping until 7 hours before I leave, so this is truly incredible) and they are in neat little piles in my living room. Our living room has no furniture just because it would only get in the way during the Kohn kids many packings and unpackings and massive laundry extravaganzas.
I am not done with my grad school applications. They will get done, because I have to mail them before I go. It's not a question of
if only of
when and more importantly
how. I sit in front of this computer and create blogs rather than write out my goals and achievements. I've narrowed it down to 8 schools, but I'm pretty sure it'll be 7 by the time I actually mail them. No two programs are the same, which is pretty clear evidence that I don't know what I want to do or how to get there.
I've talked to a few of the kids who will be on this program with me. Under all their talk of maybe aliyah and wanting experience and preparing for their futures, it is unspoken that we are all going on this trip to postpone whatever comes after the trip; grad school, jobs, a life not so unordinary. And also to meet an Israeli who just might help us to make the decision to stay much easier. I hate making decisions.
Good Night
