Dresses

At some point, I might write about the whole process of setting up my internship/summer. Because I did it all by myself. I'm awesome like that.

I'm worried about meeting people. What happens if the other people in my ulpan are really old or worse, boring? Who will I go off galavanting with in my spare time? It's quite worrisome. Even more worrisome than the whole not being able to hold an intelligent conversation in Hebrew thing. But that's what the ulpan is for! To compensate for JTS's subpar Hebrew program. Seriously, I don't think I'm even capable of reading the Talmud/Bible/whatever in the original text, and that's what the JTS Hebrew program is supposed to teach me. But it's okay, I'm done with that shit. Or stuff. Whatever.

I have one day left in NYC. In 12-15 hours the Manhattan Mini Storage people will come and help me move the rest of my things into my storage space. I'm pretty confident it will all fit. I'm good at stacking things. The only annoying thing I still have to do is pack for home. I'm only bringing one suitcase, and it's not that large. I figure that since the apartment I'm staying in has a washer and dryer and since I'm paying all the random Israeli facility fees that I can wash my clothes more frequently than I do here. This will be a challenge! Plus, I'll have less shit to worry about. I have enough things that are slowly turning me into a stereotypical Jewish mother (without the annoying JAPpy vapid children and pushover husband), one less thing making me neurotic would be good! (Side note: My family is nothing like the crude generalization I just made. That's all I'll say about that now.)

It's hard to anticipate the things I'm going to want to have/use for three months. Packing for college was easy: I took all of the things I used regularly, semi-regularly, or things I thought I might possibly want and packed them into bags. I only use a fraction of them. I have a huge Bed Bath & Beyond bag filled with clothing that I'm donating because I never wear it. I accumulate a lot of clutter, but I don't really use a lot of things. 

Packing for this summer is challenging because I only have one tiny fucking suitcase and it had better stay under 50 lbs because I am not paying that overweight fee. And what's worse: I'm interning for 7 weeks and need appropriate clothing. I've heard from some people who used to work at the Jerusalem Post and they say that the dress code is relatively casual. I interpret that to mean that it's like living on the west coast. I've never lived on the west coast, but my uncles live in southern Oregon and they used to live in San Francisco. Whenever I go to visit them, they wear khakis and nice button down shirts to everything. Sometimes the button down shirts are Hawaiian print. But the nice kind of Hawaiian print.

Sadly, since I am female, I cannot wear khaki pants and a button down shirt everyday to my internship. I need to dress a bit nicer. I hate wearing nice shirts in the summer because they are made of a very thin material and when you sweat in them, it makes the shirt cling to you and it's way grosser than when you wear a normal t-shirt. 

Sadly, I still have to pack nice clothes. And since I'm only bringing one small suitcase, that's probably going to be the majority of what I bring. My beloved Columbia t-shirts (well, most of them) will have to stay here, in storage on 134th St. How unfair! I might actually have to dress in a way where people might actually think that I look my age! The indignity. But seriously, if I dress the way I normally do, to a person who didn't know better, I might be able to pass as my brother's fraternal twin. And he's turning 16 in a month. I know, I bring this upon myself. But yeah, I'm going to basically be required to dress nicer almost all of the time. I'm even going to bring some of my dresses, to make it easier. I don't know why I buy dresses. It's not like I wear them anywhere except to shul or the occasional party. 

But my mom likes buying me girl clothes because she thinks it'll turn me into a girl. I was on the phone with her two weeks ago and in a moment of weakness I began a conversation which led to her suggesting that I get a makeover this summer. I told her that we don't have the money for that and that it's a waste of time. I take myself way seriously and if other people don't, I'll just judge them. Loudly. I'm not talking about people in positions of authority. I get along with them well enough.

In conclusion, I haven't packed my suitcase yet and my room is still messy. But not for long.