Hello Again

To all five followers of my blog: Sorry that I've disappeared for so long. I can give you all kinds of excuses, but I won't. I'll just write more often and be in touch.

Many things have happened.

My maternal grandmother passed away. I wasn't so close to her because my mother hardly had any relationship with her. The event still affected me and got me thinking about existential issues. My mother who kept her distance from her mother abhorred the idea that they were so similar, an opinion shared by all except to her admission. I have a difficult relationship with my mother, and I quietly vowed to myself, not too long ago, that I'd keep certain distance from her so as not to upset both of us. Was that a right decision, now I wonder? Should I try harder? Am I just like my mother?

When my mother in law sent a condolence email to her, my mother wrote back and said she didn't miss her mother. I was horrified to hear that. I hate to have the same sentiment when, god forbid, Mom passes away. Am I, then, to make a conscious choice to make more effort for a better relationship with her?... yet again?

Even though my relationship with my mother has been difficult, the problem was one that I didn't have to "live with" daily. Besides the fact that I am the way I am because of how I was raised by her, I no longer have to deal with anger and all kinds of other negative tendencies (Okay, okay, I have loads of good qualities too, if you're so insisting. They're from her too, but who's asking?) simply because I've been living so far from her since I was eighteen.

Guess what? I'm moving to Korea now. In August. That we'll be in the same country and there's Liam will no doubt bound us close. I don't want to deprive my child of a grandmother.

Going to Korea: the most exciting news besides the arrival of Liam baby. We've decided to go for it. We're telling people that we're going for one year, but in fact, we're keeping our mind open towards staying longer if things work out. If not, we'll return to Israel, move to Tel Aviv, and I'll start my own business. Or so I'm telling myself.

I'm on a new opera production of the season, Carmen. I'm in charge of making up actors who play gypsies, torreros, and Pretty Boys. May I say that I'm thoroughly enjoying having to make up the beautiful men? Me and the gay costume revival manager from Italy who keep coming to our room to take pictures of them. He and I had an odd little encounter. I was finishing up my work when he came in and stood next to a hair and wig person to help with an elaborate hair decoration for an Elegant Lady. He was wearing a pair of bright green Nike sneakers, cute as hell. I said, "I love your shoes!!" Then he just walked away! No "thank you," "fuck off" or anything. I thought maybe I ought not to have initiated any conversation with him because I'm just a makeup artist and he's an important person imported from Italy. Later I found out from an actress that he doesn't talk to women much.

What's going on with Liam: oh, he's so cute!!! He now sticks out his tongue when commanded in Hebrew, English, and Korean. He also looks outside when we talk about the window, daytime/night time, and sky. He really seems to understand all three languages so far. He mixes up languages though. So he will use one language for referring to something and for another object he'll use another language.

Melissa tagged me on what I love about being a mom, so I'll write more on Liam on my next post.

Thanks for keeping with me, folks.