Yep. We're going home, at least for the year. Found out last week that I scored a post-doc fellowship at Hebrew University in Jerusalem for next year. Dr. Ms. Dr. Strum has a sabbatical coming, so we're taking the kids and going. Not sure if we can make ends meet yet, but we'll figure it out. Lots to figure out over the summer (sublet house, find apartment, schools, how to get my music gear there, how to set up for the following year, etc.). But for now we're psyched. Can't wait to get arrested for protesting housing demolitions and other outrages against my beloved city's non-Jewish neighbors. And I'll be writing about early modern fantasies of Jerusalem...in Jerusalem.
I don't quite know what this will mean for my engagements with this election (though I wonder if it's too early to get a ballot now). I'll be up to my ears in a political environment that makes this one seem like romper room. But I can promise a moose eye view on the ground there.
Anyone traveling must certainly look me up.
As we say at the end of the Passover seder: Next year in Jerusalem!
