associations

For three years, I lived in an apartment in Jerusalem next to a bus stop. The rhythm of my life quickly adapted to the bus schedule. Just by looking out my bedroom window, I knew exactly when to leave the house in order to catch the bus.

When I returned to California, I assumed my life\’s association with buses would end. But this was not to be. I live in a neighborhood where buses abound. And they\’re just as loud as those of Jerusalem. But the associations couldn\’t be more different.