I had come to Yiddishkeit as an intellectual. I took things on because I knew them to be true, whether I liked doing them or not,Cut ’n Paste: Somewhere Special,I had come to Yiddishkeit as an intellectual. I took things on because I knew them to be true, whether I liked doing them or not
I t’s a story you’ve heard so many times but this time it’s mine.
I was a young girl with a fire for knowledge. I packed my bags and flew across the Atlantic to the sedate Midwest in search of more attending an elite university for graduate school. I met some fine people in this quaint city one day led to the next and I was starting to learn and change — I was becoming frum.
After I graduated my rav advised me to go to New York — the Midwest was not a place for a young single frum girl. And so I uprooted myself again and moved to New York. I moved in with a friend from the Midwest who had made her way to New York a few years before me. Our apartment was on Avenue M between East Ninth and Tenth. It was early September and Brooklyn was busy preparing for the Yamim Noraim.
There are kind people in the world you know. People I knew a little and now a lot invited us to spend Yom Tov with them. It was beautiful as Yom Tov always is but even more so seen through my still fresh eyes.
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