T.G.I.O.

Thank G-d it's over.

Someone asked me how my Yom Tov was. My answer: too much food.

My sister did all the cooking. My father made some joke about how my sister said 'we have to eat again tonight'. Less than half my family was home for Yom Tov, and yet we still have tons of food. It's like none of us know how to cook in smaller quantities.

There should be a mandatory fast after every 2 day holiday. I think I'm going on a hunger strike.

There is something slightly melancholy about motzei Yom Tov. When I was little, the sukkahs would empty, everyone would go off with friends, to 'hang out', or 'do stuff', go to simchas bais hashuava. And it would get so quiet. Back to life, back to technology.

Then I grew up and it was my turn to get out as fast as I could the second yom tov was over.

Sure, I want to hang out. Sure I want to have fun, I will definitely go to simchas bais hashuava, I might even stay out all night. But I am older now. More responsible. I have to wake up tomorrow, for work, for life, for whatever it is that I have to do. I don't live life with such abandonment anymore. That is a good thing.

Concerts? Amusement parks? No thank you.

Wishing everyone a fun and healthy Chol Hamoade. Be safe, and stay warm!