My Kingdom For A Filing Cabinet

I have never been a particularly organized person. I have also never had to pay bills before. Now that I'm becoming an uber-adult I thought that it would be helpful (i.e. that Michelle could help me) to organize all of my documents into a filing cabinet. Unfortunately, Israel didn't agree. Much to my dismay, when I went shopping today, I found it incredibly difficult to find a filing cabinet. And when I finally did find one (after searching like 20 million stores) it was ridiculously expensive. This explains so much about Israelis...except why they are such terrible drivers.

Growing Up

Last Tuesday, I participated in a long standing tradition that marks my formal induction into adult society - I gave notice. Yep, as of next Tuesday night/Wednesday morning I will no longer be working for IDT. Instead, I'm going to trade the "D" for an "S," shift over the "T" and work for a new company by the name of ITS. While I genuinely enjoyed my time at IDT, the new job presents a great opportunity and it's a challenge that I am looking forward to. Real real world, here I come!

Check in soon for more news on the new job, reflections on my time at IDT, and exciting news about an army buddy.

In Case You Haven't Heard

Michelle and I are engaged. This should come as no surprise to most of this blog's readers. But just in case you, or any of the North American Olim in Israel missed it, Nefesh B'Nefesh (an organization that helps Jews form North America make aliyah to Israel) chose to excerpt my marriage proposal from Michelle's blog to publish in their newsletter. I hope this doesn't count against my 15 minutes of fame. If it does, can I borrow some of yours?

Card Times

The other day I received a birthday card from my family. It had taken a while to get to Israel and then I had to pick it up at the local post office. Why would I have to go pick up a birthday card you might ask. It's because this was one big birthday card. It had to be that big to contain all of the love that my family sent me. At least that was what the card said. When I was looking at the card I was trying to remember the last time my family had sent me one of the giant cards. I remembered being on Kibbutz, but I just couldn't place to occasion. Then it hit me. I received one for my birthday last year. It seems hard to believe that I've been in Israel for that long. For some reason two birthdays seems somehow substantial. That revelation plus the warm notes made me a little homesick. Thanks everyone for sharing your best wishes and love over the course of the last two months.