The Airport Scene

Have you ever gone to the airport to see off a relative or friend? Last night, I did. Only it wasn't at the airport. It was at her chasuna.

Last night I went to the chasuna of my neighbor/friend. While thrilled for her, I felt as though I were seeing her off on a plane to a new life, and she was leaving me behind at the observation deck. I felt like shouting, "Don't take off yet! I want to join!"


Anyway, just wanted to let everyone know that I'm going to Eretz Yisroel in a little over a week. If you'd like to email me your name, I'd be happy to daven for you while I'm there. Just email me at trthekeyisme@gmail.com.

...And another one

Another girl from my grade got engaged tonight. I was friendly with her, but not too close. It still hurts.

Don't get me wrong. I'm really happy for her, and wish her a lot of hatzlacha and brocha. As for me, I'm still waiting for my miracle.

I keep telling myself that maybe it's this phone call, this name, that this one is gonna be it. And when the phone doesn't ring, I tell myself that very soon, it will. Most of the time, it works. But it's at times like this that I wonder how I keep going, how I stay strong.

Pluses and Minuses

There was a letter in this week's Yated that got me thinking. The letterwriter commented how shocked she was that, in a previous letter, someone mentioned "worldly" in a list of good attributes of a good boy. According to this lady, "wordly" is a terrible thing for a boy to be, as it means that he does not always have his head in a gemara, and that he is no longer an "innocent" Yeshiva Bochur.

In my opinion, there are no ma'alos or chesronos in shidduchim. Every person is looking for someone whom they admire and would like to spend the rest of their lives with. What is good for one person can be terrible for the next.

There's nothing wrong with that. If we were all the same, the world would be very boring.

The sea

An oxymoron, a living contradiction,
Where logic and emotion collide.
A dark night, a peaceful sea,
Who can know the pebbles that churn underneath?

A stormy sea, the crashing waves,
That come one after another.
It looks so powerful, so mighty,
But upon reaching the shore, it breaks.

Layer upon layer of rough sand,
Smoothed by the rushing waters,
That come without fail,
But always return to their rightful place.

The sea, so friendly at times,
Yet so fearful in it's stormy rage.
A rocking ship, it's passengers in fright,
Awaiting the return of the sunny skies.

A cycle repeated, day after day,
Forming the years of our lives.
Forcing us to struggle to remain afloat,
Until at last we're rewarded,
As the sun pokes through the clouds.