Moving Again

I've said to myself: Self, next time you move, get your own place and stay for longer than a few months. Get your own place in a city in a country where you actually could conceive of settling down. Because frankly, I'm tired of living out of a suitcase, sometimes washing my clothes in the sink, sharing apartments with people who don't see the point in keeping temporary dwellings clean...

And yet, here I am, packing my suitcase again, on my way to a new apartment sharing adventure for... I don't know how long. In the occupied Palestinian territories. Ramallah, Ramallah.



This time, I know even less than I usually do. I don't have a job, I don't know if I'll get job, I don't know if I can manage to get a work permit if I do get a job, I don't know how long my money will last, I don't know... pretty much anything. But I do know that it's been more than three months since I finished my Masters degree and I can't sit around and wait for a job. Not when nine out of ten jobs I apply for don't even get back to me to let me know the position has been filled. No, if you want to get somewhere in this world, you have to go there yourself.

So this is what I'm doing now: I'm going where the action is, and I don't know if I'll ever be back. Haha! Except for Christmas vacations and such... but frankly, it's better if you guys come and visit me. After all, I'll be in the Holy Land. (I just applied for a job in Bethlehem--how cool is THAT?!)