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You have just stumbled upon my series of blogs starting in
two-thousand and nine
when I was a fifteen-year old Reform Jewess moving
to a Kibbutz for the best four months of my life.
In two-thousand and eleven,
I returned to Israel to attend an orthodox seminary and get the the bottom of what it means to be a Jew.
In two-thousand and twelve,
as a nineteen-year old Orthodox woman, I left Jerusalem
on my way to Brooklyn in order to continue my quest for truth.
In two-thousand and thirteen,
I am continuing my search from Brooklyn to
the Holy Land of Eretz Yisroel.
In two-thousand and fourteen,
I decided to finish my blog,
ending my third year of seminary
with an acceptance letter to a masters program at
Harvard University.
Welcome to my
Quest for Emes.
two-thousand and nine
when I was a fifteen-year old Reform Jewess moving
to a Kibbutz for the best four months of my life.
In two-thousand and eleven,
I returned to Israel to attend an orthodox seminary and get the the bottom of what it means to be a Jew.
In two-thousand and twelve,
as a nineteen-year old Orthodox woman, I left Jerusalem
on my way to Brooklyn in order to continue my quest for truth.
In two-thousand and thirteen,
I am continuing my search from Brooklyn to
the Holy Land of Eretz Yisroel.
In two-thousand and fourteen,
I decided to finish my blog,
ending my third year of seminary
with an acceptance letter to a masters program at
Harvard University.
Welcome to my
Quest for Emes.