Shabbos in frum suburbia

I took a mikva dip. Not literally.

Shabbos was nice. We were in Squirrel hill, the frum community of Pittsburgh. I always wondered what it would be like. It wasn't that interesting.

It was weird to be in a frum community and in a real shul again. Little girls running around in shabbos clothes and white tights, little boys running with yamulkas flying, mothers with little kids, men in talleisim, and single guys. It was a strange feeling. Hard to describe. It was tentative, like I don't really want to be here, but maybe, just maybe, it won't be so bad. And it wasn't.

I stayed by a really nice family, and as it turned out, they know my brother. Small world.

4 down, 2 more weeks to go. I am looking forward to the end, and a little bit of me time finally.

Tensions are running high. Is it just me, or is it that time of the month?

Time to stop thinking and UNTHINK.

Gnite world.