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@@ -76,4 +76,6 @@ And now, I am free. I linger a polite five seconds on the stage before turning a
 
 There will be merriment or tears. There will be feasting and chatting or small, awkward silences. I do not know. I do not care. I will not be there. This has been too much, and the tensions are high.
 
-The synagogue itself is a relatively small building built into the side of a hill — the hill on top of which we had our gathering —
+The synagogue itself is a relatively small building built into the side of a hill — the hill on top of which we had our gathering — a sharp-gabled building that can easily be confused for a house from the front, but which rambles down the hill behind that facade in a sprawling complex of meeting rooms, community rooms, classrooms, and bedrooms for newly uploaded Jews who found themselves in need or want of a place to stay where they might be comfortable.
+
+It is a place that has become my home in so many ways, for yes, that is where my congregation meets, and yes, that is where my office is, but, like those newly-uploaded, it is also where I live. I have taken up permanent residence in a room beside my office. It is cozy and small, and consists of little else beyond a beanbag for reading on and a bed for sleeping on, but it is mine in what I feel is a very *me* way.