I have to say, it’s pretty surreal to be writing this post from my apartment in Ashdod.
For months I’ve known that I was coming here. but now it’s actually happening.
– I made it through the crazed packing phase, which resulted in a 49.5 lb weigh in for my one checked piece of luggage. Not gonna lie, seeing as most of the other fellows ended up paying for the extra bag or the over-sized luggage fee, that had me feeling pretty bamf.
– I made it through the long plane rides from Boston to Toronto to Israel. The in-flight movies were on demand which was pretty sweet, with contemporary choices such as Neighbors, starring Seth Rogan and Zac Efron and James Franco’s little brother. And it was actually pretty funny. I also tried to start watching Tree of Life but was wayyyy too out of it to actually know what was going on and ended up passing out 20 minutes in.
– I made it through customs, the passport check, no lost luggage, and I found my taxi escort to the apartment. For a brief moment, I had thought customs had taken my peanut butter and a pang of sorrow struck my heart, but was relieved to find it only hidden in clothes. Crisis averted.
Also, my mind and my body are so confused about what time it is. The 7-hour time difference means I’ve been awake for…34 hours, with about two hours of “sleep” on the plane. But I don’t feel tired? Or am I very, very tired…One thing I do know is that I have some crazy delicious falafel already inside of me, and the shop serving it was only a fifteen minute walk away, next to the grocery store. I will most certainly be going back. Sooner than soon.
Anyway, now, I have arrived at my new home, with my new apartment mates and certainly new friends.
And it feels
Okay, as quickly as I can, here’s my theory about that:
1) There are so many girls (6:1 ratio in our apartment, 5:2 next door), and we’re all talking all the time, and the intonation and topics of conversation sound so familiar to freshman year bondage.
2) Somewhat forced, but still respected and cherished ice breakers.
3) The excitement of buying wine at the grocery store to share after dinner on the balcony.
4) Our bedrooms are doubles. And most certainly dorm-sized.
5) Perhaps most importantly, none of us really seem to have a plan for the next ten months. Like college, we’re all going into this open to whatever will happen. looking to develop, grow, change, and become more aware of who we are as individuals and as members of certain communities.
Overall…I’ve got a good feeling about this. My apartment mates have already started tagging me with a funny set of roles and qualities, such as nature-loving, pixie/fairy, vegan, muscular, artsy, hippie…all of which is a first impression that I’m more than willing to accept. I’m looking forward to tomorrow to continue bonding, exploring, and becoming comfortable with this new world and new set of people.