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My journal about my conversion to Judaism. |
| Being a convert and visiting family isn't impossible, but it is often awkward. They don't understand me. They don't understand why I won't eat their mashed potatoes and baked chicken, but I'll go back to where I'm staying and eat a cheese sandwich instead. It's confusing, and I understand their confusion. I can't explain kosher in a sentence, so I told them that I'm on a special diet with very strict rules. That was language they understood, though I know they still wanted me to eat that brownie along with everyone else. I made cholent for Shabbat, and I brought some challah rolls. I wasn't alone for Shabbat, but it's not the same as being in the community. I've been up there alone for over a year, and I really missed home. I'm so thankful to be here, and thankful that I found my home. It's nice to be home. |