This comfi old fence
It is a beautiful Wednesday night in Seattle area. I love summers here, it is the best season. The sun is shining still at 8:00 pm, everything around is green and beautiful, I even have nice herbs at my backyard for tea, and strawberries that keeps coming back and even expending each year.
I love the NW in the summers. The biggest and a very well-known joke about Seattle is that A new neighbor asks a seven year old kid in their street, after a few rainy days: “Hey, when does it stop raining?”, and the kid says: “I don`t know, I am only seven”. This is the joke, but it is not true for summers, it rains at times, but you do enjoy the lakes and, parks and the comfi temperatures.
I remember the first day, sixteen years ago, when I first got here. My husband and I had a two year old, and I was at the very beginning of a second pregnancy. I remember that while we were driving to our first location, I noticed beautiful Mount Rainier popping out and disappearing, gorgeous Lake Washington on the left of the road, and me thinking that you don`t really need to die just to get to Heaven. But the grey, never ending rainy days came later.
I love the NW, but it took me a long time to get used to it. I was born and raised in Israel, where everything happens all the time. There is no down time there, it is active and crazy, lively and beautiful, emotional and sad, and my emotions are always so mixed up thinking of my one and only Israel, whom I always miss so much, and care for like a little baby, and yet, life is so complicated there.
When I moved to Washington I thought that I am dream walking most of the time. Nothing ever happens here. The biggest news speaks about the weather, and Baseball, and the new Soccer team we have, and about the fact that we no longer have a Basketball team. And the rain…The rain drove my nuts, it could rain here for weeks without a break, and people would check the records to see if it broke it or not.
It took me a long time to get used to the fact that not everyone needs to be involved with my personal life. In the beginning it felt so lonely, but I started likening it, and now when I think about life back in Israel I am a little worried it would be just too much for me. I am not used to it anymore, so I stay on the fence, I do not really belong here, but not even sure I belong there.
I am a migrator. One of my best friends (an Israeli-American himself) once told me that he and his family are people of the world, and they belong everywhere. I find it hard to feel the same, so I am still asking those questions, and not necessary having answers. I am wondering how it is for other people…
P.S. The lecture in Berkeley was a fun and a successful one. I am looking forward to my next lectures, meeting with people, telling them about my book.
I love the NW in the summers. The biggest and a very well-known joke about Seattle is that A new neighbor asks a seven year old kid in their street, after a few rainy days: “Hey, when does it stop raining?”, and the kid says: “I don`t know, I am only seven”. This is the joke, but it is not true for summers, it rains at times, but you do enjoy the lakes and, parks and the comfi temperatures.
I remember the first day, sixteen years ago, when I first got here. My husband and I had a two year old, and I was at the very beginning of a second pregnancy. I remember that while we were driving to our first location, I noticed beautiful Mount Rainier popping out and disappearing, gorgeous Lake Washington on the left of the road, and me thinking that you don`t really need to die just to get to Heaven. But the grey, never ending rainy days came later.
I love the NW, but it took me a long time to get used to it. I was born and raised in Israel, where everything happens all the time. There is no down time there, it is active and crazy, lively and beautiful, emotional and sad, and my emotions are always so mixed up thinking of my one and only Israel, whom I always miss so much, and care for like a little baby, and yet, life is so complicated there.
When I moved to Washington I thought that I am dream walking most of the time. Nothing ever happens here. The biggest news speaks about the weather, and Baseball, and the new Soccer team we have, and about the fact that we no longer have a Basketball team. And the rain…The rain drove my nuts, it could rain here for weeks without a break, and people would check the records to see if it broke it or not.
It took me a long time to get used to the fact that not everyone needs to be involved with my personal life. In the beginning it felt so lonely, but I started likening it, and now when I think about life back in Israel I am a little worried it would be just too much for me. I am not used to it anymore, so I stay on the fence, I do not really belong here, but not even sure I belong there.
I am a migrator. One of my best friends (an Israeli-American himself) once told me that he and his family are people of the world, and they belong everywhere. I find it hard to feel the same, so I am still asking those questions, and not necessary having answers. I am wondering how it is for other people…
P.S. The lecture in Berkeley was a fun and a successful one. I am looking forward to my next lectures, meeting with people, telling them about my book.
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