What Happens when the lines between your Moishe House and your home collide?
We're about to find out.
As is the case with most things, everything always happens at the same time.
Jeremy Moskowitz, our regional director, will be visiting the St. Louis Moishe House over Passover.
My parents also decided to come in that same weekend. So did Ross'.
On top of that, I was offered a ride home for Pesach from a good friend, which I had to refuse due to work, and the aforementioned fact that my parents are coming in.
So what do we do with my parents? What do we do with Jeremy? How do we host a dinner that makes everybody happy?
With finesse, I hope. But this is the reality of Moishe House, in which your life is the communities life, and vice versa. These delineations have become blurred to the point that I've been referred to as The St. Lou Jew.
How do you extricate yourself and keep what is personal personal without detracting from the communal nature of this endeavor?
I'm interested in your thoughts
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