I was reading my Mom's blog (yes Mom, I really do read your blog): "Coming of Age..again" (comingofageagain.blogspot.com). She talked about weeding out the old clothes in her closest and that got me thinking about the different things I get from both my parents.
First of all, my Mom blogged about her ability to go through her closet and get rid of clothes. This is an ability that I don't have. Now, if you go through my Dad's closet you'll find..well..everything he's ever worn. It may not fit anymore, it may have many many holes, it may be from before I was born- but you can't throw it away, what if he NEEDS it sometime in the future. To people like us, EVERYTHING is sentimental. Everything reminds us of something. And maybe I haven't worn this since last year, but I might wear it tomorrow.
I cry at everything. My boyfriend knows me well enough by now, but he's still surprised at how much I cry. I love chic flicks, because there is always a chance to cry. I am the typical girl when it comes to tearing up. My Dad doesn't even have to look at my mom and me when he hands us the tissues.
I can balance a spoon on my nose. It was my Uncle's thing- on my Dad's side. It may not seem like much to you, but it was great entertainment for my co-workers at the bar that I work at.
I forget where I put things. I used to laugh at my Mom when it happened to her. When I would find the ice cream in the fridge or the milk in the freezer, I would shake my head and think "oh mom". Then I started doing it too. My keys would stay all night in the lock on the outside of the door. I once misplaced my glasses and found them in the refrigerator.
I love this country. I'm happy here. I have great friends, I have a great job, I love being able to speak Hebrew, and I love the view that you have almost everywhere. This, I get from both my parents.
