a white duvet.

my favorite part of living in Jerusalem might be perfectly illustrated by my white duvet. the beds are the definition of simplicity.  a fitted sheet // a white pillow // a white duvet // everything you need, and nothing more. no sheets to get tangled up with, making your bed is a breeze and that duvet keeps you just the perfect temperature alllll night long. it’s glorious.

you might ask, where are you going with this? this is where I’m going: living in Jerusalem and the Jerusalem Center is simple, like a white duvet. it is also like being 5 years old again (i realize these are two very different metaphors...so sorry). now, the “being 5 years old” coin has two sides to it—but I’ve decided you can pick the side you want.

sometimes you want throw a tantrum like a 5 year old—for example, if someone tells you one more time that the only pants you brought are immodest because you're 6’4” and your ankles are showing, or you are told where you need to be every second of the day (I’ll stop my vent before I get too entangled in some metaphorical sheets)—you can hate being 5. but here’s what I’m learning, it’s been a long time since I’ve been 5, and I’m never going to be 5 again—so embrace it. life at home can be so complicated. just like my bed at home is complicated. a colorful jumble of fabric for a quilt, a heated blanket, sheets, and like 8 pillows. it’s lovely in it’s own right—but it’s also chaotic. it’s colorful and crazy, but I often feel like I’m drowning in details and decisions. the cool thing is, here in Jerusalem—I don’t need to worry about anything. all my needs are taken care of. I don’t have to stress over what I’m doing that day, or what clothes to wear (because I have like 4 options). I don’t have to worry about who will be my friend, or when I’m going to eat dinner. I don't have to worry about boys or getting a job. I don't have to worry about a lot of things. it’s glorious. it’s simple. and simple is beautiful.

how happy it makes me to roll into my bedroom every afternoon for my daily nap, and just curl up in that little white duvet. I’m trying to love Jerusalem like I love that duvet.

so I know that’s a weird way to describe my experience here—but I think about that white duvet…a lot. probably more than any bedding has been thought about before by a human in the history of the earth. haha.

and the first thing I want to do when I get home is buy a white duvet for me myself and I.

that’s all.

x