LOST

There’s something really comforting about being in Israel and relying on the small comforts from home to make it through the week. I don’t want to make life here seem all doom-and-gloom; it isn’t. But after almost 8 months here (yeah, I know. Seriously!), everybody seeks out the small stuff to make everything a little homier.

One of those comforts is Lost. One. Of. The. Greatest. TV. Shows. Of. All. Time. Period.

There’s a group of us, about 10 students and an SO or two, who gather together Thursdays around 5:30 (the show airs in the states Wednesday night, so the earliest we can watch it, without cutting class is Thursday afternoon; believe me, it's an excruciating few hours to not read about it online), have snacks and watch the show. We rotate hosting and snack-providing, kind of like poker night. It’s a great weekly ritual.

The show itself is rich, textured, detailed, all-consuming cinematic experience with a deep mythology and continuing narrative, so it’s very fun to watch with a big group. We can get into discussions and arguments and bring up different points for other episodes to try and make sense of the glorious 42-minute saga we just watched. Lost is in it’s 5th season, the second to the last one, and it’s a particularly wonderful season so far. It's another taste of home in Jerusalem. While I'm excited to resume my intense Lost watching with my regular LA crew (Whattup Kelsie! Whattup Tom!), I'm definitely going to miss the saucy snickers of Amy and Aviva, the questions of Jason, the popcorn of Ari, the insights of Chad, the giggles of Lisa, and so on and so forth.