Ain't nothing gonna break my stride ...

"...'nobody gonna slow me down, oh no- I got to keep on moving.."
Where to begin..
This past week got a bit lost somewhere between looking for new apartments and getting extremely sick for a solid 48 hours. The week ended with finding a new place, signing the lease, then celebrating in tel aviv for one night-back to Jerusalem in the morning-then travel to a little city called Lod for shabbos... run on sentence, run on week.
My current lease is up on the 21, so it was time to relocate. Apartment searching in Israel is not something I would wish upon anyone... but simultaneously, looking back, it was a pretty hysterical experience I am proud to say I have conquered. Apartments here are everywhere, behind dodgy allys, in what looks to be a bomb shelter, in the backs of people's homes, and behind the black curtains of an old shwarma joint... yes, some little asian woman showed us an "apartment" that was basically just a few metal twin beds and a make-shift bathroom placed in an old storefront with black curtains...needless to say, it was a funny journey.
A week from today I move into my new place.. my apartment in the shuk. The balcony looks into the center of what is the busiest open air food market in Jerusalem; Machane Yehuda. Gina and I are pumped, the place is cute and funky, and our new landlord Ricah has filled the big shoes of pappa Nachum, our current landlord who doesn't seem to like us much anymore (most likely a combination of the fact that we never accepted his invitation for shabbos, had a small electrical fire, melted our water heater off the wall.. broke a desk, bed, and changed our minds to not extend the lease with him a few times).
The job is going well so far, it seems like it might be interesting.. Pretty busy otherwise just cleaning and packing. Next week from Nachlaot!

Peace & Love