Busted Halo

Monica Rozenfeld moves to Brooklyn with two roommates — a Catholic and an observant Jew — and they each seek understanding of what it means to be religious.

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November 1st, 2010

I’m back!


In case you didn’t catch it in my last post, I was in California visiting some friends from New York.  What a long trip it was.  There are two things I learned from my ten (10!!!) days away from Brooklyn:

1. Just because you go on a trip doesn’t make it a vacation.

2. I love my Jewish community where I live.

When I left NY for a spontaneous trip to Cali, friends were shocked, jealous, excited and expecting me to come back with a tan.  No such tan happened.

I loved the opportunity to spend time with my gracious friends and hosts who took care of me, but I found myself really missing Brooklyn.  I missed being able to walk everywhere.  I missed the cafes and bars lining the avenues.  I missed Prospect Park on sunny days.  I even missed seeing the mothers pushing strollers down the street.

But what I also found myself missing was my Jewish community that has welcomed me from Day 1.  I felt uneasy being away from my synagogue for two shabbats and couldn’t wait for the calming joy I knew I’d feel my first shabbat back in New York.

Life has a funny way of surprising us.  Today while walking in my neighborhood on this chilly day, it hit me like a ton of bricks – I live here and, for right now, I don’t want to be anywhere else.

The Author : Farrah Fidler
Farrah Fidler is a publicist and social media consultant. A native New Yorker, and recent transplant to Brooklyn, she has always been a soul searcher and is constantly looking for new ways to connect with G-d.
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