Perolman in the Promised Land

adventures in hummus, hebrew, traveling, new friends, Rabbinics, guitar and weblogging.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Put me on hold/ The Last Post

I am supposed to finish packing for camp today.
I'm supposed to do all my laundry.
I'm supposed to finish packing and labeling the "New York" boxes, move them back into my room and let my parents have half their bedroom back.
I'm supposed to do all of this by 6:30pm so I can go with my dad to the Federation's annual dinner to honor 10 amazing Jewish women.
Am I doing any of this? Nope. I'm sitting at my computer, generally avoiding anything "real" I'm supposed to be doing. I'm planning on going to Starbucks in a few to get an iced coffee and then to the mall to return a bracelet I bought. Thats doing real stuff, right?

For those who are still reading, and others who care, this will be the last Promised Land post for a while. Maybe forever, I'm not sure.

I'll be at camp for the summer and will go almost immediately to New York to start my "A" year. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

So make yourself a note to check back with us in early September and there will be an update. Either you'll be directed to a new site, or you'll just learn that Promised Land has moved on to that cyberspace in the sky.

Either way, thanks for being such loyal readers if you read- it made doing this so much more fun.

And like the song says, "I"ll see you in September..."

Love to everyone reading-

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Home? Sweet, Home?

Today my mom told me that I should update my blog in case people were still reading.

So for everyone reading: I'm alive, back in the states, slowly adjusting to life here.

Jet lag is over, shopping and American coffee drinking has begun, the endless social events and meals are continuing. Have new contacts, a cute new haircut and a supercool red cell phone.

Tomorrow I'm going up to see three of my best friends at the Appel Farm Folk Festival. I'll stay over in NJ and see Jamie before coming back to Maryland to have dinner with Adrienne.

One week ago I was davening under the stars in what I thought was my home.

Tonight I'll be davening under different stars and wishing I was back there.

Bittersweet? Liminal? Just plain hard. Yep.