Sunday, May 31, 2009


I am a lucky chick, because I have the security of living in my insular Chassidic community but the promise of escape to Manhattan. This is my sanity. I have the community here in the Heights- the kosher restaurants, the Shabbos families, my fellow brainwashed friends. But then once in a while... the escape. I run off to shop, to dilly dally, to various fun seeking places. Living in Brooklyn but running off to Manhattan is my personal Jesus Christ. I do love you Brooklyn- we can make each other laugh, enjoy each other's company, share the experience. But then we get bored, don't we? Our relationship gets dry and predictable. We start resenting each other for the situation we put ourselves in. We wanted this, didn't we? To live together-to make a home. So why do I need to leave you? I will go to Manhattan, my little guilty pleasure. But I promise, I will always come home to you.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

The girl from Oregon

Nine months ago, a new force entered my life. No, it wasn't a screaming child, but a mythical creature known as Sarah Bonne. She hails from Oregon, the hippie pot smoking liberal haven. She moved in with me and we have shared a basement in an insular chassidic community. The best time of my life, as far as excellent roommates go. We decorate the home, shop for tznius items, and fly off to weddings on a weekly basis. She is such an enjoyable roommate I have considered not getting married. What more do I need? I have someone to laugh at my jokes, someone to cry to at the end of a hard day. I lovingly remind her to turn the oven off, hours after the food has been cooked. Who needs morgages and dinners with in-laws when you have this much fun?