Took me two months to get back here. Mostly due to re-adjusting to life with a partner. We had to draw the lines of privacy, to overcome drama, to make lots of love, to hate, to make up.
Now that I know he is reading this blog I feel different about writing, but we have removed so many barriers in the last few months that it feels safe again to write.
So, it's winter in the big apple. The streets are frozen, people run around frantically to the nearest Starbucks (and there is one on every corner), and life has changed it's pace. Work is comfortable, the dismays of September are gone, there is a feeling of collaboration and finally even friendship. I am out of every imaginable closet, at work, at home, on the streets of Manhattan.
The major issue looming ahead is next year. Will we go back home to Tel Aviv? We both want to stay here and try to live the American Dream. But it ain't easy. I am busy networking and interviewing with all sorts of places while keeping an ever accelerating pace at the hospital. Most places are friendly and want a second interview, some don't.
More on that next time. Please keep your comments and letters going, it's like OXYGEN.