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Usually this is the time of year when I vent about the lack of music in my life, and I plan to do so indeed, but first I’ll moan a little about all the boxes and the endless, endless packing. It just doesn’t stop. So many boxes and I haven’t even started with the living room yet.
Yes, we’re moving.
Oh, how terribly thrilling this must be for you.
So we’re moving, and we cannot be stopped.
It’s a little hard and a little emotional to leave the place we’ve lived in for so long, the place where the girls were born and yadayada all that jab, but mainly it’s just so exciting to move into our own place.
Even if it means leaving Yerushalayim.
And even if it means living in a place called RBS, which is probably the gayest name on the planet.
It really is, gosh, it’s a little embarrassing.
But so what. We both work from home and barely get our noses out the door so I suppose it might as well be in a place where they don’t charge you $1500 rent for a crumbling 2 bedroom apartment. Actually maybe they do, what do I know.
But that isn’t the point. I’d like to be in a place where people stay. Here everyone leave.
Most of our friends have left already; to America, obviously; to South Africa and Australia and Canada and England.
Only we want to stay.
So we’re moving to a new place. And it’s ours! Woo! (or at least it will be, after 300 more payments! doesn’t sound so great anymore!)
(and my tenants haven’t found a decent place to move into yet, so if you hear of any good apartment there - give us a shout! ta)
I don’t think I’ve officially announced the coming of Yaeli to the family - so Woo and Yay.
The labour story was quite a story at the time, but 4 months have gone by and who remembers it now and let’s be honest - nobody cares.
She’s 4 months old and already forges cheques and does the dishes! She has talented toes. Tamar is pretty awesome with her and if you put aside the odd kicking her in the head routine - I think she really loves her.
Onwards.
There was a space of between five to ten minutes early this afternoon when I was about to lose my mind with all this silence.
It was right after Shim came back with shiny new headphones he had got me and told me to check it out and see if it’s as good as it looks. Oh wait, let me just plug it in a listen to the sound of nothing and we’ll see.
I really do miss music badly. I need it in the car (which, btw, is really getting on my already very weak nerves lately. get in shape already!) and I need it when I work. It gives rhythm to my work, you know?
Nothing flows without it. For rhythm is a dancer. Truly.
Anyways, it’s late and all this writing is making me feel a little strange. It’s interesting how something that used to be so fluent and frequent just feels so odd now.
Well, maybe not that interesting.
I’m going back to processing mode.