Preflight Post

Last three dinners before I leave the states for six months: packaged sushi, hamburgers, hotdogs, and baked beans, and spaghetti with meatballs. I will miss my American Achilles heel, a grilled Hebrew National hotdog drenched in mustard and ketchup in between a potato roll bun, Mac and Cheese with an extra pack of the condensed orange powder Kraft calls cheese, and most of all, the burger. I’m not referring to the fried brownish slab McDonalds serves, but a juicy half-pound rare beef patty sandwiched with a fresh piece of tomato, lettuce, and American cheese. I don’t even eat this stuff very often, but the thought of not having it readily available at my fingertips makes me a little bit sad.

Besides food, there are so many people I will miss. As I was writing that last sentence the only image that came to mind was of my four Pomeranian dogs (not people), Misha, Boris, Vladi and Nadia. There is something about those little four-legged creatures I will miss so much. I don’t even know why; they bark all the time, sometimes pee or poop in the house, and try to hump my legs (I’m looking at you Misha). The people, yes.

I went out to lunch (not sure if it was a date or not) about a week ago with someone I recently met. For those of you who don’t know me very well, I don’t normally put myself out there. I tend to avoid people I am most interested in. But this particular instance was different; I went for it (I guess). Even though this girl may not ever want to text or call me again (not that it was a bad date, I think both of us had a great time), it felt good. Instead of sitting and watching something pass me by, I did something. Hopefully this is a new David, especially because I will be in a foreign environment. I hope to explore and take advantage of everything presented to me. And hopefully this blog will capture these moments. Not for family and friends, but also for myself.

I know the tone and theme of this first post is all over the place, but stay with me, it’s my first one!

Pre-departure song stuck in my head: The Strokes – I’ll Try Anything Once