I got a text from the new guy yesterday afternoon saying he arrived in London safe and sound. This morning I got a picture of Oxford Circus this morning in my inbox from him this morning. It's great that we can stay in touch. Over dinner, I got mom to confirm a theory I had regarding the new guy. As I've mentioned, the new guy is African-English and not Jewish. However, we both an African-Anerican acquaintence of the BIL and sis who is African-American and Jewish, he converted. In my own roundabout way, I got her to admit that she'd have less of an issue with my relationship with the new guy if he was Jewish. This brings to mind the question, how important is it for me? It is important to me that we both be of the same faith because a family should be united under one religious banner. Aside from eliminating the Christmas/Chanukah thing, everyone being of the same faith provides a connection to millennia of history and tradition. You can make the argument that all faiths share the same values, which is true to an extent but I would argue that there philosophical differences between the faiths which are enough to give pause. Then there is the whole family and community connection. Even though, I've been feeling disconnected lately, I still find comfort in Jewish communal life-the rhythms and customs.
Given the fact we're both still in the honeymoon phase of the relationship, approaching the new guy about conversion is jumping the gun. I have to wait and see what comes out of it. The future is hard to predict but I hope it can still include the new guy.
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