journal #240.

finally, the chef has come back to scottsdale, arizona. i landed last night at around 10pm. i had a good time in new york. it was good seeing my sisters, my nephews and my relatives family as well. and friends, of course.

i went to new york for bris. i will tell you what bris is. bris is the jewish ritual of circumcising a male child eight days after his birth. my sister told me that she wanted me to be a godfather to his newest son. and i received the news from my baby sister that it's a baby boy. so i bought airline tickets to new york to be there for my newest nephew. yesterday, we went to temple in the morning to praying. after they finished their pray, we were getting ready for bris to the baby. the rabbi told me to sit down and he put the baby down on my lap while i hold him. the rabbi did it. and now i am a godfather to meir gadayev. meir means awaken one's life. i thanked them for being a godfather to meir. you will see a picture of us.

i miss new york, yes. i miss the weather. i miss everything in the big apple. without a doubt. but do i want to live there again? no. i have no desire living in new york. i already moved on. i will always miss new york.

my newest nephew, meir.

have a good night, my fellow friends.