Lichvod Purim Katan, my roommate got me a six-pack of mini Diet Dr. Pepper cans (a little over 7 oz instead of 12 and skinny and tall instead of the regular mini cans, which are short and stout) and a mini happy birthday card, which was not only incredibly sweet, but too funny. True story (laughing with you). Thanks, A.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
So good to be home.
Although, I really enjoyed D.C., it's nice to be home.
I like the fact that when I walk outside, it takes me double the time it should take to walk to a friend's house, since neighbors stop to talk. I like the fact that I can hang out with my family. I like the fact that the fridge is stocked with nectarines and plums. I like the fact that I can be myself here. I like the fact that it's not 90 degrees, humid, and/or thunderstorming. I like the fact that there are no guys. (I may regret that last one.) I like the fact that I saw my high school friends for the first time since our reunion in Israel almost two years ago. I like the fact that I have an endless supply of library books. I like the fact that I don't have to get up before seven in the morning for work. I like the fact that people here don't know what "the Hill" is nor do they realize that interning on said hill is the most menial job one can have (although I am quick to clarify that my job was not glamorous). I like the fact that my house doesn't smell like mold and that there's adequate overhead lighting. I like the fact that I have a car.