Day 3: Blisters

Today was one week. The first day of my week. Oddly enough, today was also the day I took the 63 bus and walked with hands and eyes glued through the neighborhood we used to live in. It was hard to see all the familiar sights that were my shared life. I'm trying to see the best in things. Putting one foot in front of the other and attempting not to topple over.

I saw Itai this afternoon and his new apartment on Allenby. I met his friend Avi. I watched more football then I have ever in my life. All complete with the Hebrew broadcasters. First the Manchester Utd. verses Chelsea, then a game with Tel Aviv. It was too much, but we had Pizza. Pizza with sweet potatoes. Then a long walk home.

There is this terrible blister on the bottom of my foot. I'm walking lopsided, which is how I feel. I feel like the territories. Locked in and fighting with inaction to freedom.

I miss the rats. I think there are less cats in Israel. Still not sleeping well, but hoping for the best. Trying to muster it up to travel. soon. soon.