Third soft landing

But with a few bumps.

We are home.  When  you make aliyah, people wish you a soft landing, an easy absorption. You know how a plane lands, and you might experience a few bumps before you land? That’s what we have experienced.  We landed already two weeks ago, but we have been traveling. Our first landing was in a home near our daughter’s in Efrat. To say that we had more space there than we have in our new home is an understatement. Okay, it’s an overstatement, but we had a sense of space that we truly appreciated then and truly miss now. And being with the family to celebrate our granddaughter becoming a bat mitzvah was truly worthwhile, even if we had been less comfortable. Definitely a good start, truth be told.

The second landing was a tzimmer, the Israeli version of a Bed & Breakfast, mostly found up north (Israel). We traveled as a family unit, or as someone mentioned, a pack. That was definitely less spacious, but we managed just fine. Of course, being together for a long time brings out some bumps that one would most likely avoid, if at all possible, but it was not.

Now that I think about it, it’s all a dance. After all, we did take a day in Tzfat last week to open up a bank account, our health care provider, and check out our new place. We came with my father, who was sorry he came (oh so many steep hills, oh not so young anymore) until he had an extraordinary experience standing on the balcony in the morning while saying his prayers. Then the whole trip was transformed into pure bliss. Except for the hills and the heat. So we went forwards, backwards, and then forwards again. Like dancing.

and never getting bored
and never getting bored

Yes, let’s mix our metaphors well, stirred, not likely shaken.

After doing all kinds of lovely (but hot) things with the family, we brought them up here to Tzfat. Oh, does our new house need clearing. The owners, who agreed to move things out, experienced a shock of all kinds when they realized how much tchotchkes collected over 60 years (!) can choke you when you try to remove them.

Or drop them when you are trying to dust.

Oh, which reminds me that my camera also dropped and broke, or at least took enough of a tumble which won’t allow it to take any photos. Yes, it should be covered under warranty; no, I can’t get it done here in Israel, so I’ll have to be patient and wait for my blessed messengers to help me out with this.

The Israelis who we meet with for these kinds of official tasks all tell us to remember to have סבלנות, patience, which they themselves do not have. Maybe they want us newcomers to get enough for ourselves and for them.

We needed to go pick up our credit cards for our new bank account. My name, written in English, was spelled incorrectly. They told me of course there is no way I could not use that! So, they looked again at my American passport for the correct spelling, ordered the new card, and then asked if I wanted to use what I had in the meantime…

Bump, bump, bump…

And we will try our hardest with all our patience not to be shaken.

 

 

 

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