Two weeks in America, it was good bad and all right, thanks for asking.
Here’s what I missed in Israel while I was away: I don’t really know, the country slid a little bid further down the precipice; Scott is moving out because he found an apartment, so the hunt is on for a roommate; my banker Yael called my American cell phone while I was there to ask me whether she should honor a check that I’d written (she is the best); summer has arrived and it’s humidstickymuggysweaty here.
Here’s what happened in America: Newark Airport Montgomery County Washington DC Baltimore Philadelphia New York New Haven aaaaaaand Charlottesville. Shopping eating shopppping eeeaaaaatttting. Family and friends. Shopping. Eating. Pizza chicken doner kebab burgers chocolate pasta corned beef cake candy mountain dew. Jeans shirts sweaters underwear socks. Graduation. Books books books!
My brother gave me a Washington Redskins belt buckle (and accompanying belt – you need a special kind of belt to wear a belt buckle, guys). It’s the first belt buckle I’ve ever owned. It’s rad and I’m proud of it. He’s going to India for a month and will return to work as an actual aerospace engineer. Far out.
This trip to America was very very rushed. Two weeks is still too long to leave my life behind here, but it’s nowhere near enough time to see the people and do the things I want to do in America, especially when 3-4 days are sunk into UVA graduation. Still, it was a nice trip, wonderful to catch up with friends and family, to check out my parents’ remodeled house, to congratulate my brother on his really impressive achievements (what he’s accomplished so far is notable, but he will do a lot more in time), to eat most of my favorite foods in the world, to reconnect with people from my distant past, to let myself get lost (“lost”) in New York, and much much more.
Americans are weird, with the cheery smiles all the time and the insane airport security (it is easier to enter Israel on an American passport than to enter America on an American passport) but no security at all anywhere else and the gigantic cars and the colorful money Costco and the lush greenness all around in springtime and odd national debates (where did this big immigration argument come from??).
And that’s that. Back to life, back to reality, until my next visit to Fantasyland USA.
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