No longer the 'fOol' on the hill...

It's been a while since I last allowed my meandering thoughts to go public to a virtual audience. I'm writing you from my brand new quarters in the stately humid city of Tel-Aviv, Israel.  My first and astute opinion you ask? Allow me to quote the renowned Dorothy that once said it better than I: We're not in Kansas anymore… and allow me to add my own personal touch- that's the mother of all understatements…

I left my dear J-town not with a frown, but rather with prospects of new beginnings and such… you know- "the bright-eyed and ever so eager to move on to greener pastures" kind of a girl- yes indeed, that would be me.

After 5 years in the same place things tend to get rather stagnant, the air slowly stops and the dust settles in much faster than anyone can really assume. When that happens- danger!!!! You are in dismal fear of entering a familiar yet bleak place named none other than- The Rut!

So I've decided to leave 'The Rut' I was living in, shake off the dust of events past and attempt to do something I have failed to do up to this point- figure out my future- how daunting!

There's a quaint little saying in Hebrew that says: Change of place, Change of luck…

Cliché'? But of course! Beginnings cannot exist without a healthy portion of cliché's every few hours… it's what they nourish on and so do we, the optimistic fools that encourage just such beginnings.

The move was not easy folks, it was not easy at all. My body resisted against the whole thing for days there after. But the shlepping of possessions was perhaps the least unpleasant part of the entire chain of reactions. Sorting out 5 years worth of tid-bits proved to be far more taxing and time consuming than yours truly every thought possible. 5 years worth of memories, poor decisions made and minor psychosis's apparently takes up quite a bit of space (another understatement to this gripping tail).

Another thing that proved to be a challenge, was apparent in the 'logistics department'. Living on a 'Hill' has proven to be a transportational challenge over the past 5 years. One would assume that going up hill is far more difficult than getting off it… that's the problem- one WOULD assume. However, reality paints a rather different picture. Getting all my belongings off the righteous mountain was an operation that would discredit no navy seal member or a meek civilian such as myself.

The move is behind me, and I have set up station in my new apartment in a trendy-rendy part of this enigmatic city that neighbors the ocean. I am only an hour's drive from my lovingly proverbial J-Town, yet I feel as though I have arrived in a completely different country all together. Seemingly we all speak the same language and we all are in the same country, however the frame of mind is what sets us apart (as for now at least).

I am charmed by my new surrounding, I am also to some extent bewildered … then again I think it was time that once said: "Let me do my matha fckin' job" and I choose for now to obey.