A little after 2 am, I awake ready to meet my day. The city is quiet and asleep reminding me I am somewhere else, and obviously a different time zone. The little apartment here is bigger than my own home, so I am content and comfortable making my way to write quietly in the living area.
We are sharing this apartment with another couple who have made aliyah and staying here until a permenant home is found. As boarders here, I was very uncomfortable in sharing private space, in what would be my only resource for any concept of home and privacy as existed in the states. But it is no different than staying in anyones home, other than your own. You are considerate of space and practice hospitality. So I have made myself comfortable in the middle of the night to take a moment to blog, and hopefully strain my eyes enough to desire them closed and finish sleeping the night.
My daughter seems to have no trouble and sleeps soundly, but then again, she is a teenager, and normal sleep patterns at this stage in life are never as predicted. She will be well rested, and I will be dozing periodically through the day to come, I am sure.
All I can think of at this moment is the chicken and mushrooms and onions on a bed of humus that I had for dinner yesterday evening. It is breakfast time for me, but I must resist the temptation of the leftover box in the fridge.
