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After spending a few days with friends in New York, I flew home to Maine, and immediately started preparing for the next leg of the very exciting journey that medical school is turning out to be. Visiting home is one of the wonderful things about traveling and living in a foreign country, and the result of habituating to a new country is a sort of reverse culture shock upon reentry. JFK airport greeted the newly deplaned arrivals from Israel with several well marked lines to stand in, depending on country of citizenship. The airport attendants loudly, enthusiastically, and repeatedly made sure that everybody knew which line to stand in, how to open their passports to the proper page, and how to present their customs ticket. While efficient, the process seemed insulting. After nearly a year of pushing and shoving and generally fending for myself to achieve anything from getting on a bus to opening a bank account, going through American passport control felt very foreign.  Other expe...

I had thought that the days after our exam would be a leisurely time to go to the pool, read, eat lots of falafel and hummus, tie up loose ends, and pack a few things to take back to the US. Instead, it has been a hectic couple of days trying to get the apartment squared away so that we can move out in August, running around to the clinic and pharmacy, squeezing in last minute visits to the people with whom I've grown close over the last ten months and generally feeling guilty about any time not spent preparing for something else . Hectic is not to say bad, though. I finally have my very confusing vaccination history figured out, I took a practice mefloquin pill to make sure that malaria prophylaxis won't make me hallucinate, I can (guiltily) leave the rest of the apartment logistics to my roommates, and I took a lovely walk to the outskirts of Beer Sheva with the mother and daughters of a family I've gotten to know. The northern part of Beer Sheva is on an incline, so if y...