6 Months. Not 6 days, or 6 weeks. We made it to half a year. It seems like just yesterday we walked off the plane and into our new Homeland. It feels like a dream- the perfect dream that you never want to end. So much has happened since we moved to Israel- it seems like more things have happened in the last 6 months than have happened in the last 6 years in America. Maybe it’s because I am not officially working this year yet. But that doesn’t mean I am just sitting around twiddling my thumbs. I have, in my opinion, taken every day here and given it my fullest attention. Here are some random things I’ve figured out since moving here with my family.…Continue Reading
Walking alone. Walking though Yerushalayim alone. I felt alone. I felt scared. I didn’t want to feel scared. I should not have felt scared. But scared I felt. Squeezing, clenching my pepper spray bottle hidden inside my coat pocket. I never owned mace until a couple of months ago. But I own it now. I own it so I won’t feel so scared.
I was walking down Rechov Yaffo toward the Old City walls. I was walking towards the Kotel to daven. I was walking with a purpose. I needed to talk to Hashem. Really talk. When someone in your family needs Tefillot, you need to talk to Hashem. And if I am lucky enough to live in Yerushalayim, then this conversation would happen at the Kotel. Up close and personal.