Hello Everyone:
Mom informed me that sis wants to book tickets to Israel for Passover 2016 this week. Mom wants me to come along but I'm not so thrilled with the idea. Mom thought it's because I wouldn't be able to go running through the streets. I can run in a park, no problem. It's that I feel so monumentally uncomfortable being around them. The thought of being crammed into a three-bedroom place with six other people for two weeks does not go over well with me. Furthermore, even though I have relatives in Israel, I barely know them. Mom has more of a relationship with them than I do. It sounds sad to say that but it's true. What would I have to say these people beyond the pleasantries? "Hey, I went to this World Heritage site today and had a great time?" Mom brought up an interesting point that I would probably feel just as uncomfortable visiting the Brit BF as I would visiting relatives in Israel. The difference is I would have a better time exploring the UK with the Brit BF then I would being dragged to every religious monument and a token monument for me. Then there's the fact I don't really celebrate Passover to begin with. Actually, I got so disenchanted with the holidays that I pretty much stopped getting excited about them. What would I do, just sit in a room by myself? I may be making to big of a deal about the whole trip but I really am not sure if I want to go along. Mom has so much as said that she won't go if I don't go. My response was I'd strap to a luggage cart and wheel onto the plane if I had to. I don't need a minder and it's not like I plan on going anywhere. Besides, who knows, I could be shacked up in some nice London townhouse by then. Anyway, I need to seriously consider whether or not I want to go to Israel for Passover. I would talk to my sister but she and her husband are about as sensitive as blunt instruments. We'll see.
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