It feels good to be back, especially on a warm spring day. Overseas, I stayed awake till roughly 4 A.M. every night, and slept till noon. That didn't leave much room for jetlag, but I'm still off pretty early today.
Downstairs, at the entrance to the building, one of my neighbors - a tall, young girl of high school age - holds the door open for me. It quickly becomes obvious, however, that with her backpack and two shopping bags in hand, I should be the one holding the door for her.
On the corner of Bennett I run into my next door neighbor, Avraham S. and, when I arrive at the platform, I see yet another neighbor from the building. He is a single guy who's name I can't remember. Avi S. walks by and we say hello. He's not a neighbor, but his cousin (through marriage) used to be.
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