Back From Israel...Purim in New York
In short, too many safeks, so we left Israel before Purim, Tuesday at 1:00 a.m. Still, to me, looking back, it's unbelievable. We haven't spent a chag in Israel since we lived there from 1977-1981. In 2005 I came right after Sukkot, when my son's sukkah was still up--so I saw it, went in, but it was too late for the mitzvah...
So we heard the first Megillah reading at Chabad Midtown Manhattan, and the second at the Carlebach shul on the West Side, where we also stayed for the Purim se'udah, complete with guitarist and singing, many of them Reb Shlomo niggunim.
We spent Shabbatot together with my son in Efrat, singing zemirot, and other Shabbatot with our daughter in Tel-Aviv, with my other son and his family visiting, singing zemirot. It's supposed to last me until our next visit. Or until we move there. Whichever comes first.
I'm posting a video of Reb Shlomo z"l singing. Just 'cause I feel like it. I miss Israel. I miss my kids. I miss my holidays in Israel with my kids. That about sums it up.