This is my home

The last time I talked to my head doctor he told me it takes two years before a new city starts to feel like home. Even then it can take some getting used to. Sometimes, he said, the best thing to do is to leave for vacation and then come back. Make coming back to San Francisco a habit, like putting your keys in the same place everyday. Or, he said,  invite an out of town guest for the weekend and show them around to all the places you know and enjoy. Dr. Adam has recently tried verbal reinforcement. Whenever we go to the East Bay or Marin he will point to the San Francisco skyline and say, That is our home!  I nod because it’s a good reminder. Sometimes I feel like my home is actually on the Caltrain and all of my neighbors are train conductors.  But really, I think I’m doing an ok good job of putting down roots. Slowly, but surely.

So it made sense on Saturday when we had some free time to spend it at the Contemporary Jewish Museum because Dr. Adam likes museums and me and I am a contemporary Jew. The first floor exhibit was about east coast Jews who had moved to San Francisco and tried to find other Jews but didn’t know where to look. It’s true.  There isn’t the same history and culture here as you’ll find in Chicago or other east coast cities. But there are a lot of young people who are culturally Jewish and do Jewish things like film festivals and brisket around the city. I took note. Maybe I should learn how to make brisket. Then we walked around and read about all the San Francisco Jews like Levi Strauss and Adolph Sutro and I asked for a map of where to buy the most delicious lox and bagels in San Francisco but they didn’t have one, which is probably why all the east coast Jews had trouble finding each other. Instead they had a lot of bedazzled Menorahs for sale in the shapes of trees, alligators, buses, shoes, and houses. I kind of wanted a bedazzled alligator menorah for our apartment because it is funny but also Jewish, but I didn’t ask Adam if we could buy a bedazzled alligator Menorah because I knew he would say no. And that’s because it’s kind of gaudy and very impractical but also because he just bought us a plug-in electric menorah to put in our dorm-room window. It’s plastic, and you plug it in, and then you screw in the light bulb for each night. And even though it’s not bedazzled or in the shape of a swamp creature or even kosher,  I think it’s a pretty good start.

Here I am at the Contemporary Jewish Museum, having a great time in my red pants.

Adam asked if I get a membership discount. I said yes but only half.

2 Responses to “This is my home”

  1. berna says:

    “The first floor exhibit was about east coast Jews who had moved to San Francisco and tried to find other Jews but didn’t know where to look. It’s true.”

    Sounds like SF was the foundation for okcupid.

  2. admin says:

    Oh, you mean the Jewish matchmaking service, OkChallah?

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