I came to Israel to learn.
I was studying at She’arim College of Jewish Studies for Women, a small but highly recommended school.
I was living in the Jerusalem suburb of Har Nof, a town built into the hills on the edge of the very young Jerusalem forest.
I found myself in a dorm (an apartment rented by the school) with seven other girls, three of whom were engaged, with weddings fast approaching.
It was all strange, and I felt lost.
But time went by and I began to adjust.
I had become addicted to my classes, and was making new friends every day.