I Can't Believe I'm (finally) Here!!!
I arrived in Israel 11 October, Wednesday night at 17:05 hours. Half the chag I was with my daughter, son-in-law and grandkids in the USA, and the other half I was on the other side of the world. A moment of awestuck silence(drumroll,please)for the wonders of technology (thank you, Hashem, for giving us brains to use and develop!).
I am still in a mild state of shock that I actually had the chutzpah to hit the 'send' button on my computer and buy the ticket. But I did, and I am here. And so happy to be here: my four kids who live here all came to meet me at the airport. I was balling like a baby.
I spent the rest of chol ha-mo'ed Sukkot at my sons' apt. They actually had room for me (in the miklat, my younger son's 'bedroom') because he slept in the Sukkah! All five of us were there; we benched lulav and etrog in their beautiful-ok, it was small, but with beautiful, colorfully decoratedbadim for walls - Sukkah, and had meals there. For the last Yom Tov we were in E----- with my daughter's friends Markaroni, whom we had never met before. That is the beauty of people in Israel and the chagim: sight unseen, a family of six invited five adults to their home to stay over Shabbat/Yom Tov. They told me that until my daughter had emailed and spoken to them, they were worried that they wouldn't have any guests for the end of the chag. Now that's hachnasat orchim! My daughter was right; she said they're great people & we'd love them. They are, and we do.
Motzai Shabbat we drove back to H------ where my sons live, and Yom Rishon we took care of some errands in town and then drove down to the Gush where I am staying with friends. (translation: 'Have No Sukkah, will Travel !')
Today I have people to call, places to go - although I'm getting a late start because I first wanted to post this, it's been too long - have not been to the Kotel yet; probably will not be able to today, but you never know. Have not forgotten the Tehillim I promised to say with all the names you gave me, my loyal readers (all 3 of you). I saved them and will print them out before I go, bli neder.
Do you know how wonderful it is to hear Ivrit in the streets? How wonderful it is to see road signs and shop signs in Ivrit? How wonderful (alright, tolerable) to hear people yelling at you in traffic in Ivrit? I have missed this for so long...
(note to daughter-you know who you are): CHANGE YOUR MIND. COME HOME. You, especially YOU, could live very nicely here. SO COME HOME, so that your kids could learn Ivrit and be with their Savta in OUR LAND, and we can all be together.
But for now, a message from ME to ME, MYSELF & I:
WELCOME HOME !!