Comfort Zone
| October 14, 2020“Shidduchim, Ma? I just got back... I’m looking into college programs. One thing at a time, no?”

Devori: I need space and quiet, and Bubby’s house offers me that.
Chava: We need to think about your future, and not only about what feels good right now.
Devori:
Just when I was actually starting to enjoy the seminary experience, it was suddenly over.
I know I’m not the only one who had to deal with this, my classmates all went through the same, but still, it was different for me.
I don’t have an easy time getting used to new situations. It’s just my personality, I like what I’m used to, and seminary was a huuuuge step out of my comfort zone. I was excited to go, and the classes were incredible, but dorm life was hard for me on so many levels. My messy roommate, who left her stuff all over the room, the noise in the hallways that my sound machine barely muffled, and the food, with its strange, unfamiliar taste. I had crackers for supper pretty often.
And all that’s even before talking about friends. I don’t know, are my social skills lacking, is it introversion, is it shyness or anxiety, or is it just me? Building up relationships from nod-in-the-hallway to say-hello to stop-and-talk was a tedious, step-by-step process on my end. I’ll admit, I had a few flashbacks to those tutoring sessions years ago that Ma made me take, “tutoring” being a euphemism for “someone to help you learn social skills.”
But whatever it was, friends took time, adjusting to seminary took time, and then it was all snatched away just when I was finally getting into things.
At first, no one knew what was happening. We still hoped to go back to Israel to finish the year, no one really believed it could be over just like that. Then reality sank in, together with the extended lockdown.
I was back for good.
“Not for good,” Ma said brightly when I mentioned something to that effect. “Shidduchim is just a temporary stage, and then who knows? Maybe your chassan will want to live in Israel?”
I smiled weakly. I loved the kedushah of Eretz Yisrael, even now, the thought of the Kosel made something in my chest tighten — but living in a crowded apartment building, squeezing onto buses every time I had to go anywhere, and dealing with forthright Israelis and their questions in the supermarket? I didn’t think I’d do very well like that.
“Shidduchim, Ma? I just got back... I’m looking into college programs. One thing at a time, no?”
Ma pursed her lips. “You’ve been back three months already, Devori, it’s not too early. Look at your sisters, they all got engaged in their first year back home. But it doesn’t make a difference, you can look into college, start working. Leave shidduchim to me and Ta, and don’t worry about anything.”
But I was worried. The idea of starting shidduchim was... overwhelming. I wanted to get started on my degree, find a part-time job. I wanted to settle back down, maybe reconnect to old friends — right now, I didn’t have much of a social life. My two or three close friends from seminary lived far away, and keeping up long-distance wasn’t always so easy. There was just a lot on my plate, and I preferred to push off dating for at least a few months.
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