Everybody Expresses Love Differently

Today I would like to write about an important concept that is so obvious, yet so difficult at the same time.

One of the courses that I am taking here in Israel during my year abroad is called Love, Marriage, and Relationships.

Now, I am not talking specifically about romantic love or marriage in this blog post. I am referring to relationships in general. Relationships with friends, family, and really whoever else with whom you may spend a decent amount of time.

It wasn't until I entered this new environment here in this country, and began living with a bunch of new people...that I realized how important it is to be flexible and patient with those with whom you surround yourself.

Now, don't get me wrong. It's obvious that everyone is different. We all have different experiences, were raised differently, have different expectations, values, cultures (a big one), and goals.

However, is it not true that all people tend to forget this simple truth all the time!?

Think of how many times a friend or someone you care about or someone you know has acted in a manner that confused you or made you upset. Think about all of the times you may have acted a certain way or said something with absolute innocence...yet someone else misunderstood you or your motives.

These types of things happen more often than we would think it would happen.

What made me realize this truth was an experience I had here with a friend.

We both come from different backgrounds and have major differences alongside our similarities.

When I was first getting to know her, I honestly could not tell how I felt about her. She seemed really nice, but also sometimes could act somewhat cold. Then one night when I was out late, she called me to make sure that I was okay. She was worried about me because I had not had a chance to respond to her previous text asking me if I was alright.

I realized that her way of expressing that she cares about me and others is by worrying.

She may not always act warm, but when it gets down to something that could possibly be serious- she takes initiative. She shows that she cares.

Although she may act cold and disconnected sometimes, that's just what she is used to. That part of her has to do with her experiences and history. She showed she truly cares about me and loves me as a friend, by worrying about me when I didn't respond.

This experience reminded me that it is important to remember and understand that just because someone doesn't respond to me a certain way or treat me a certain way, that does not always mean that they do not care about me or love me.

Just as I have a certain way of showing people I care about them- others have their own ways of showing they care.

Of course, this concept works slightly differently if you are looking for someone with whom to spend the rest of your life... or if you are looking for someone who fits into a certain description. However, for everyday general life, I feel that this is a good rule of thumb.

I know that this lesson will help me with my future relationships. It will remind me to have patience and understanding for other people, just as I require patience and understanding.

To happy and healthy relationships,

Deb 💕

Medical Experience in Israel!!

Spent the day shadowing a physician (the only one in Israel with his exact specialty... and eventually mine✌🏻) in Israel’s largest hospital🏥! Gynecology with a focus on complementary and integrative functional medicine💉🌱! Also will be seeing the cosmetic medical practice. Literally my dream😍. Future Women’s Health and Aesthetics Nurse Practitioner right here👩🏼‍⚕️! Can’t wait to start this career (in the U.S. of course)🤗. 

Also may I add that this entire experience was carried out in Russian and Hebrew only? If this isn’t making me “culturally competent” enough (all we ever spoke about in nursing school, and again thank G-d that’s long gone🙌🏻), then I don’t know what will😉.

Two things that I have learned from this experience, besides for all the medical stuff:

1. When you leave your comfort zone and make an effort to move towards self improvement, the universe (or from my view, G-d) will bring you good things. Everything I want to practice in my future nursing career- I found the right people here to expose me to these topics. Could not have ever dreamed or even planned for this better than it played out. 

2. Leave it to Israelis to provide gourmet hospital food. Literally felt like I was in a restaurant. Have never seen such hospital food ever before. American hospitals, y’all need to step up your game.

ר‎בית חולים שיבא-תל השומ

That Time I Rode a Bus in Israel (Joys of Israel Series)

There are two experiences  I could have chosen to write about today. 

The supermarket and the bus.

Yes, that’s right. I refer to them as experiences. You will see why.

I was going to write about my supermarket experience, but since I’ve gotten so used to that insanity, I will need to wait for yet another experience there to inspire me all over again. 

And since I have just gotten off what is probably the most eventful and interesting bus ride I will ever (EVER) have, I am happy to share it. You as the reader can experience it vicariously through me (trust me, you should be very happy you are experiencing it vicariously). 

The main point of this post is to relay to you one very simple rule. Never (yes, absolutely never) take the mini bus out of the Old City in Jerusalem (if you ever decide to visit, which I highly reccomend  you do). Actually, scratch that. Never take any bus in Israel if you can manage somehow else.

It starts off with waiting. 

There is usually waiting involved. The 38 bus I have been waiting for finally comes and I prepare to get on. However, the bus driver decides to take a short break for about... I don't know... 30 minutes. The rest of the people at the bus stop and I wait patiently. 

Well, almost all of us wait patiently. 
You can always trust that there will be someone here to get things moving along. 
Or well at least try to. 

One of the men at the bus stop starts mumbling things to himself in Hebrew. He’s annoyed. So he decides to walk into the street and yell for the bus driver, who clearly is nowhere to be found. Finally the bus driver comes back from his getaway and takes another five minutes to open the door. Why? 

No reason. 

We all shove each other on that thing. Literally. We wait (again) for more people to pile on this bus. At this point, there is nowhere to move. Even some of the seats must be folded and can’t be used because the space is needed for standing. Somebody steps on my toe. Ow. 

There is clearly no more room on this bus. Whatsoever. Still, somehow, another three people manage to shove themselves on there. 

The three other American girls on the bus are speaking among themselves, trying to understand how this is going to work. They clearly haven't been here for very long.

Oh, it will work. One way or another. 

Everyone on this bus is late for something somewhere (thanks to the bus driver) and you know it because everyone is bickering about how they unfortunately decided to take the bus from the Old City at the most inconvenient time. 

The doors have finally shut, not allowing anymore crazies to get on this vehicle.  We are finally leavening.

Or so we thought.

We don’t get far. Actually, we barely even budge. We barely even budge because someone in front of us has decided to park in the middle of the road. So now we have a car creating traffic, our bus driver yelling at some guy (because when in doubt in Israel, just yell at someone. Anybody, really. They will understand because they do it all the time👍🏻). The driver in front of us is yelling at our driver, for some reason. Literally, dude doesn't even step out oof his car. He sticks his head out the window and starts waving his hands in the air. The people on this bus with me are yelling. Not at anybody in particular- just yelling about being annoyed. 

The parked car finally moves and we are finally on our way. 

Just then one of the elderly woman decides she needs to sit. While we are driving on the unpaved road at 50 mph, this woman decides she wants to cross the span of the bus to get to a seat on the other side. A seat that is folded, mind you. Folded because there is no room to unfold it. 

But that doesn’t matter now, does it. 

So now we have ten people shuffling around trying to help this woman get to the other side. This easily could have been done before we started moving, but why make things easy? That wouldn’t be any fun.

At this point, my foot has been stepped on more times than I'd like to count.

We get to the first stop. Not one person has to get off here. Not one. On the contrary a couple of women decide to hop on. 

Understand how things work in this country. If you have some reason to be frustrated, aggravated, annoyed, upset... at any given situation... just know that whoever/whatever you are annoyed, angry, etc about/at... is going to express those exact same emotions as you. Just only with more intensity. 

So you would think the people who are already on this bus would be yelling at these people trying to squish themselves on. Well, you are right, then. They do yell at them. But those yells fall onto deaf ears. The women have already begun their raid of frustration at the people on the bus who won't move over for them (because they have no room to move over). 

Does this matter that there is no room?
No. 

Do three Israeli women overpower the 40-or-so people on this mini-bus?
You best believe. 

If I thought there was no air to breath or no room to move on this bus before... 

I could have surrendered the handlebar I was holding onto and have been fine. I wasn't flying anywhere now. There was nowhere to fly. 

Someone steps on my toe, yet again. 

These women jump onto this bus like it's nobody's business. Except it is, because all the other 40 of us have to make a joint effort to help them get on this thing. And the most interesting part is that they're screaming at the rest of us. Screaming at us to move over. Screaming at the bus driver for nearly closing the door on the foot. Screaming about how the baby carriage is taking up too much room. 

The door finally closes (without harming anyone's foot), the carriage is folded and the woman who was screaming about it is now cooing playfully to the baby, and we are on our way yet again. 

I'm laughing at this point. 

I'm laughing because nobody thought about this. Nobody thought about the details of riding this bus. Nobody considered how it just might not make so much sense to all gather on here together. Everyone decided to squish on this thing and then complain about it together. We had a choice. Or well, I was one of the first people on the bus so I was hopping on anyway- but for those who came on when they saw there was no room. They got themselves into this. They created this. And they were going to go through with it no matter how much of a struggle it was going to be. 

Finally my stop comes and I gratefully run off the bus. 

So happy to finally arrive.

Or well- at least to arrive to the next bus station where I will wait who knows how long for the next bus. 

Oh well, at least I've got some elbow room and the comfort of knowing that my toes won't suffer anymore. 

Grateful for the small things here. 

And I'm happy with just that. 

No Such Thing As A Comfort Zone (Joys of Israel Series)

Song lyric: "יום טוב לנו חג שמח" ("Our Good Day, Happy Holiday")! 

An interesting idea that I learned from an Aish class taught by Dov Bear (yes, THE Dov Bear- if you know, then you know) which I attended in Jerusalem last week. 

In Israel we are currently celebrating the holiday of Sukkot. In America, if you've seen little huts outsides of people's homes- that's for Sukkot. If you've seen strange men walking around with a giant asparagus and a lemon- that's for Sukkot. Weird, I know.

On this holiday, we are told to build a specific structure outside of our homes, and are required to eat and sleep in it.

First off, eating dinner the first night of the holiday... it was magical. We sat outside on the porch overlooking the mountains and could hear all of the other families in the area eating their dinner, talking, singing... On our way home, we could see all of the Sukkahs on the porches... lit up with lights and decorations. I felt like I was walking through a magical land written about in some storybook. I fell asleep to the sound of neighbors singing outside. Most nights I would consider this to be a nuisance, but not that night and definitely not here. 

Now to my main point... there was an interesting correlation that Dov Bear made between the commandment to build and sit in the Sukkah, and the idea of "leaving one's comfort zone."

He said that just as we leave the comfort of our homes, and carry out two important facets of our lives in the sukkah (eating and sleeping)... in life, we must remember that leaving one's comfort zone is something to be appreciated and integrated into our lives. He stated that this commandment is a reminder that we do not need to be stuck in our self definition or identify as who we used to be (when trying to grow). We are meant to change, and change only comes with movement. We must move ourselves from point A to point B- in every sense. We have to surrender to our fears and and give up our habits. We must get out of our comfort zones if we plan on growing as people. 

I was able to relate to this, especially since I am here in Israel, jumping into the unknown. If you would see how these Middle Eastern people drive or how they pack onto these buses (most of us standing while we are driving at a speed limit I am pretty sure is illegal in US neighborhoods). There is no such thing as comfort zone here. 

I've learned that leaving my comfort zone is the best thing I've ever done and now I may actually be looking forward to doing it yet again tomorrow when I ride yet another Israeli bus driving at an extremely dangerous speed😛 (I really hope my mom doesn’t read this till the end, but if you have mom- הכל בסדר)☺️

Longest Day Ever (Joys of Israel Series)

Today was a crazy day. 

Started at 6am. Woke up early to get to the Kotel so that I can see Birchat Kohanim- the priestly blessing. Thousands of people. Rooftop overseeing it all (thanks to my early start I got one of the best views). People on the edges of buildings just to get a better view of the scene. You can hear a pin drop the moment they started reciting the verses. 

In the Old City 

Then I headed over to the Moshav Music Festival. We had no idea how to get there, but somehow did. People of all ages passionately dancing to music which the grandmother in the crowd could relate to… as well as the yeshiva students and little kids. Seriously, though… there were people of all ages dancing together. I’m pretty sure this is the only music festival of this kind. Striking a conversation with a woman next to me in line for falafel, and her then inviting me to her house for shabbat. Only in Israel. 

I’m exhausted at this point. My feet have walked about 6 miles so far (ends up being 8 by the time I get home), and I have been in the sun since I left my dorm at 7am. For some unknown reason I still decide to adventure into one more Chol Hamoed activity. I head over to the rabbi’s sukkah and end up staying for 4 hours. I’m basically sleep walking at this point. Then I have to run around Ben Yehuda for an hour trying to find the correct bus that will take me home (still have yet to master the transportation here), and finally call it quits at 2:30am. 

I’ve never felt the desire to take so many live videos. Today was a special day- one filled with lots of energy and celebration with so many people who I don’t even know. 

Today was a perfect day. 

First Week In Israel (Joys of Israel Series)

It has only been a week since this adventure started, but it feels like it has been a month. 

First off, it is still unbelievable to me that I am here. Though I have been planning this trip for months, I am still in awe of simply being here. This country means so much to me. I feel so blessed and fortunate to be able to be here. 

A lot of people think coming here was simple. People think it's like running away from real life to take a break from reality. Though this opportunity is something which I am obviously enjoying, I wouldn't say it's easy. If anything, it's extremely challenging. 

For starters, everything here is on a much smaller scale and much less "comfortable." The comforts I enjoy in the US are definitely not a given here. I live in a dorm (though with awesome people), have to share a bathroom and room. I have to use a communal laundry machine, which honestly is sort of gross (especially the one here, thanks to some uncleanly people). Even my bed. The mattress (to put it nicely) sucks. I can't comfortably sit on it like I do at home. I have to keep my toiletries and makeup in my room. My closet space is minimal. I have to take public transportation everywhere, which makes me feel like an old Russian grandmother in Brooklyn. People can be rude, overcharge you because you don't know the prices anyway. You get shoved by people all day because they don't have a word for "excuse me." Everythign here is extremely expensive, and there are few options when tryign to make purchases (in the US we have options galore). Whereas here we have bugs galore. Bugs in our rooms, bathrooms, kitchen area (which I wouldn't dare to use because it's just as bad as the laundry room. 

The list goes on and on. 

But I'm more afraid of leaving than I am of staying. And I have 6 months here (minimum- I'll probably end up staying 9), yet I fear the day I will have to leave. 

At the Western Wall right before Yom Kippur

I spent the day in the Old City of Jerusalem. Every year I watch the same video of crowds of people standing by the Western Wall. It’s the place to be. This year, not only did I get to see it live, but I got to be a part of it. If I were alone, with no one around me- I think I would have cried. I hate crying, and I would have cried like a baby. The scene, the people, the passion, the reality of it all... it's so personal and spiritual and heart warming. 

On our way back to campus from the Old City, I quietly sat and looked out the bus window. For 25 hours, the country sat still. Even the air space was closed. Roads were empty. Highways were silent. And I felt anxious. Peaceful and enlightened, but anxious as well.

Because of this fear of having to leave, of not being able to grasp all of it. This fear of letting go of it all, of not getting to see this every day. 

There is just something about being here. Today I think I came to find the words that sum it up. 

Community. Belonging. Family. Together. History. 

This state, this country... it's part of our definition as a people. As a people with the longest history. 

And the price that we have had to pay for it. 

Just last week, right before Yom Kippur- a man by the name of Ari Fuld was murdered. He was murdered by a Palestinian teenager. He was murdered because he was a Jew. People will say what they want about Israel, what it is, it's creation, it's current state. At the end of the day, the murder here is for one reason and one reason only: Anti-Semitism. 

Here we are getting murdered for owning less than 1% of the Middle East. Here we are getting murdered in a land that we payed for, fought for, built up. Here we are getting killed for creating a home because we were kicked out of all of our previous homes (including this one, which actually was our first home- I know, doesn't make any sense). Here we are getting killed for not allowing ourselves to be killed off. 

It's been an emotional time for me personally (being here, getting adjusted), but also for us on a national level. Our people are mourning yet another stolen soul, yet another soul removed from us. Another piece of our hearts are broken off. 

A whole community, a whole nation come together to remember the impact this man had on our people. 

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Of course this journey starts off with a familiar face, meeting someone you know through other people you know- it's just the way it always works out. You go your separate ways at the airport once you make it into the country but you know every direction here is really the same direction nontheless. All one and the same spirit, yet the differences will make you question how this place exists all in one piece as it is. 

A couple of natives casually scream at each other while I hold back my laughs. They ask you where you're going in a language you don't completely know, yet you somehow answer quickly enough not to feel stupid. Some people mumble something to you and you know that's your cue to get out of their way.  

We ride through the Middle Eastern desert, which doesn't look so much like a desert. It's the land of milk and honey. We get there by half a miracle, for the drivers here aren't really drivers- they're just making up the rules as they go. Drive in the middle of 2 lanes? Sure. Park on the sidewalk? No problem. Almost get into a three-vehicle collision (bus, car, and motorcycle- true story)? Why not? 

This ain't Jersey.

Go to the open market to get some fresh food. Which by the way sometimes comes with little bugs too. Like I said- bugs galore. 

Still waiting to get shoved by an old lady wearing a head scarf. Happens every time I’m here and it always throws me off. This time I won't be confused. It'll be more like a, "you can't surprise me because I've been looking forward to this."

It's going to happen, I promise. And when it does, I'll be ecstatic because it's my official welcome 🙂

I'll be prepared to live the hectic New York City life when I get back. 

Heck, I'll be more than ready. 

Before the Beginning

I have had many beginnings in the past several years. 
As we all have had- in our own ways.
This one, I think, is the best one yet.

Over the next several months, I will be traveling to Israel and delving into the wisdom of ancient texts. I will be immersed in a culture and environment of self-development and growth. I will be improving on two of the three languages which I speak/write/read (Russian and Hebrew). I will be working for an organization whose mission statement itself is a personal passion of mine. I will be scouring the open market, getting shoved by elderly women on public transportation (has happened before and I am only waiting for it to happen again), admitting sheepishly that I don't speak the local language well enough to actually have a conversation. When I ask for directions in Hebrew, that's all I know!!! I can't actually understand the directions you give me in Hebrew. 

There is always that time period before the actual "adventure" begins. I just finished my internship, prepping my phone service and luggage, getting in all those doctor appointments, trying to figure out if I have any issues I should face now while in the country where I can actually formulate incomprehensible sentences the issues that must be dealt with😅. Saying goodbye to friends, who are also moving on in their own directions. They are going West and I am going East. This part of the experience is easiest yet hardest in several ways. Easiest because you haven't yet jumped out of your airplane. Hardest because you're itching to get out.

What makes me happiest is that I have made an atypical decision. I am doing the not-so-standard thing. I am doing something that I know I will never have the opportunity to do again. If I want this opportunity ever, then I better grab it. So I did. 

You know those little postcards you see on Pinterest or those adventurous lines in poems that refer to taking chances and doing things that scare the sh*t out of you? Well, this is my postcard. This is my poem. 

I am on my way to unknown things.