So here I sit on the cusp of many life-changing events. It’s debatable which is the biggest event, but both are vying for the first place spot in my mind.
It’s definitely between “OMG I’m going to be an aunt today!” and “OMG, I leave for Israel in 23 days!”
That said, since this blog is indeed ready for five months of Israel posts, I guess I can spare a paragraph or two to squee about how excited I am about the impending arrival of Annabelle. Being the first of the new generation, Annabelle has a lot of older babysitters to look forward to. I can’t wait to meet her! Eep! I’m going to be an AUNT! AHHH!
…Okay, I’m done…
Moving on. After a series of some pretty crappy weekends, I’m crossing my fingers that things are going to start looking up. Dear Miss Allie Stobart is FINALLY coming back to Dallas this weekend. Hilarity WILL ensue. Blanca’s SUPPOSED to be visiting me in the not-t00-distant future. The photoshoot date has been finalized (again…). I’m getting all my doctors notes/appointments done with. I even started my Israel packing list the other day.
Pre-Israel, I’m hitting New York with my mom for three days. We’ll get there Friday morning and then I board an El Al flight on Monday morning. We have a whole list of things we (I) want to do while we’re there.
- MOMA to see the PostSecret exhibit
- M&M store (mom’s idea)
- Bronx Zoo
- Good Morning America (mom’s idea – Monday morning before flight)
- Drinks at the Waldorf-Astoria with a $50 gift card she has
On Sunday, I’m totally geeking out and going off by myself. I will be doing:
- 10:00 – Harry Potter: The Exhibition at Discovery Times Square
- 2:00 – Billy Elliot (AHHH!)
- 6:30 – Joe Moses Supposes (Snape from A Very Potter Musical!!!) – A stand-up comedy/improv show
Yes, that’s right. Be jealous. It’s going to be EPIC.
Then I’ll head to Israel. Yes I will. And here is my offer for all those reading this:
In Israel, there remains a tiny part of a standing wall of the Temple of Solomon. In the Jewish faith, it’s said that any prayer put into the wall is delivered straight into God’s hands.
I will be leaving for Israel in 23 days. If you would like a note put into the wall for you (you write it and mail it to me), PLEASE let me know. This is open to ANYONE. You do NOT have to be Jewish.
>I feel I should add that it doesn’t have to be a novel. Most people write something on a post-it. My first prayer in the wall was on a bubblegum wrapper (cause I’m classy.) So if you would like your prayer or personal blessing to be put into the Kotel/Western Wall, PLEASE ask me for my address. A) It’s better when it’s handwritter. B) I LOVE getting mail. C) It’s totally against the rules to read other peoples letters…so there’s no worries about me reading it after you send it. D) I don’t require payment of any kind…though I do accept gifts. Amazon dollars are great. Candy too! 😛 No but really. >_< If you want to send me something to take with me, let me know. Kthnx!
Lastly, the title of this blog post. I’ve been on an epic quest to find a song that accurately describes my thoughts about leaving America and heading overseas for the better part of four months. I’ve had a ridiculously drama-filled summer and it seemed like any semi-emotional song set me off for the longest time. But I finally found it. The one I was looking for. The song is Boston by Augustana. The entire song applies to me and my thoughts on my travels…but a few lines in particular stuck out for me.
I think I’ll start a new life, I think I’ll start it over, where no one knows my name. I’ll get out of [Texas], I’m tired of the weather…I think that I’m just tired. I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind. I think I need a sunrise, I’m tired of the sunset, I hear it’s nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice… oh yeah.
Now, since I’m delirious from lack of sleep (Damn Pottermore…) I’m going to bed (before either of you comes up with another clever idea to get us killed…or worse. EXPELLED.) Getting the formatting of this particular blog post was much more of a pain in the ass than it should have been…just indicating exactly how tired I am…
I’ll end with this. If you’re reading this and actually care enough to comment, I’d LOVE to see you before I leave. 🙂