Humidity. I never thought I'd feel so wretched about it as I do now. I walk one mile to the grocery store (even though Whole Foods is only half that) and two miles to the library. I sweat, I am uncomfortable, I shower, rinse and repeat. Miserable, is what I am. I want to get rid of my car, I want to move to Chicago, I want to apply and be accepted to the University of Chicago's Judaic Studies master's program. I want to learn and teach. I want to do. I don't want to be here, not right now. Not ever, really. Quarter-life crisis? Hell yes.
Tonight is Shavuot services at Temple Micah. I shall make my first appearance at the Temple and hope that Jewish mothers don't try and hook me up and that there's people there my age. It gets tiresome being the only youth around. And I'm not even that youthful these days. For those of you without knowledge of this dandy holiday, it's the holiday where we celebrate and remember the giving of the Torah on Mount Sinai. Interestingly, it's also the time where the book of Ruth is read and pondered on. For those of you unfamiliar with Ruth, she was what is viewed as, as the first convert to the tribe. So in a way, this holiday means something quite magnificent to me ... but I won't go into excessive details at the moment, mostly because I'm at the Georgetown Public Library, on a 15-minute express computer and my time is running out.
I wish I didn't feel so damn useless right now.