theyellowhobbit

So Yesterday I was at Nomi's house for Shabbat. She has 5 daughters, ranging from infancy to 9. They're all adorable. At the end of Shabbat, I told Nomi that if I didn't say hamavdil, I wouldn't have to go back to America.

So I was davening Maariv to end Shabbas, and during the Shmoneh Esrei I started to cry. Not out loud or anything, but there came a point where I couldn't stop the tears. I hope no one noticed.

The crying wasn't just for the heck of it. When I stated to daven shmoneh esrei, I realized this was the end of my davening in Israel. And I was going back to 3 weeks of having no one else davening during the week around me. Of waking up at 6:30 and still not having time to pray. Here ends my easy davening, which wasn't so easy, but at least I got around to it a few times a week. And at least we had mincha for those who wanted it 2nd session. I didn't have to deal with feeling self conscious when I bensch or wash. I didn't have to hide everything.

When I was walking back to my apartment, there was a full moon. I was reminded of EIE last year, and when we were in the desert. Rachel K liked a certain song, which also came into my head [If I got some of the words wrong, don't shoot me!]:

I see the moon and the moon sees me
and the moon sees somebody I want to see
So God bless the moon and God bless me
and God bless somebody I want to see

It seems to me that God above created you for me to love
and picked you out from all the rest
because God knows that I love you the best

So God bless the moon and God bless me
And Gold bless somebody I want to see.

I know. It's cheesy. Bu it's my EIE song.

I'm going to miss Israel.