Perhaps nature would force me to curl up into a cocoon until I was ready to emerge from my chrysalis-stage into an almost unrecognizable new being. But it’s been several days and I’ve yet to make such a drastic transformation. It’s clear I’m still the same person I’ve always been.
The only real difference is that I have a new mailing address which, unjustifiably, makes many people uncomfortable.
About the Author:Josh Hasten is president of the Jerusalem-based Bar-Am public relations firm. He and his family are moving to Gush Etzion this summer.
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