It’s day 10 and rations are swiftly disappearing. I am down to my last shirt with no laundry detergent in sight. I’ve started missing the little things…like carpet…and a trash can. I’m also missing the obvious things…like fast food and my seemingly unlimited consortium of movies.
You have no idea, the sheer number of times I’ve gone to reach for a movie…only to find I didn’t pack it.
I cleaned the bunker apartment today. Swept the entire floor…with a hand broom. As a result, health conditions are declining as well. Sudafed might be the only option. Or death. But preferably my Israeli “Sinufed” tablets that I recently purchased for 15 sheckels.
I’m fighting through my first bout of homesickness. I’m hoping it doesn’t deter me from my path. Managed to talk to Stacy on Skype earlier today…and I got to talk to my mom and Scott on tonight. Saw baby Annabell, Cara, and Shenay. Makes me wish I were home. =\ But alas, I will get through this. Intensive therapy will not be needed. Hopefully.
I have a meeting with my advisor on Monday regarding classes for the semester. For one of them, the outlook is grim. I desperately wanted to take Archaeology of Jerusalem. Apparently it’s greatly desired by others as well. My back-up is Emergence of Biblical Jerusalem. Just have to get through the dreaded Hebrew Ulpan first.
Lastly, I have my first test tomorrow. I studied for 10 minutes. I’m proud of myself.
I really have nothing else to say. I guess I should go before I continue babbling.