I've created this blog just to get some of my thoughts in writing and out of my head. Why ein sof? It means "there is no end" in Hebrew. Although this sounds a bit pessimistic, that is my life at the moment. We are planning to make aliyah in the summer and everything that needs to be done... well, it seems that there is no end.
Sundays - how I miss them. Actually, I miss my Saturday nights even more. Now on Motzei Shabbat I have to do laundry, clean up from Shabbat, make sure there's food for lunches tomorrow, and get the kids to sleep on time. Because tomorrow is a regular day! I may never get used to a six day work/school week. When am I supposed to do fun stuff with the kids? Or forget the fun stuff - when do I take them to buy clothing and shoes?
I know from talking to other olim that this is one thing one never gets used to. I guess I just have to join the club. But I don't like it.
Looks like I waited quite a while to post again. It's hard to find the time between going to ulpan, taking care of the house, helping the kids with homework, etc.
I mostly like ulpan although sometimes it gets boring. Last month the teacher spent THREE days on one article. We would read each sentence at least three times. I'm not exaggerating. Most of the time I enjoy it and feel like I'm learning. But when I have the opportunity to speak Hebrew outside Ulpan (which is not often) I find it very hard to express myself. Sometimes I can't even begin.
Kids are sometimes doing OK. I feel that if I were to tell them we are going back to America tomorrow, at least two of them would run to pack! I know we've only been here five months but it hurts me when they say they don't want to go to school. They used to love going to school - weird, but true.
That's it for now. I'll try to keep up more often.
Wow! I can't believe I've already been here three months. There have been lots of ups and downs. I will try to write more regularly now that we are more "settled." I'm not even sure where to begin! I will try to collect my thoughts and write later.
The kids have decided that they are tired of people's questions. When are you leaving? Where are you moving to? My oldest says people don't really care where we're moving to. I told her next time, tell them either:
(1) We haven't found a place to live, so we're going to camp out at the Kotel.
(2) We really can't afford anything else, so we'll be living in an Arab town.
At least these suggestions elicited some giggles. It's better than tears.
Well, it's been a while since I've written. So let me update. We are packing, shopping, packing, and shopping. That's about it. I keep buying things I think I can't live without. Then I wonder where I will put it all when I get there. No garage to store stuff, like I have here. But I can't go without my beloved tunafish, peanut butter, and ziploc bags. At least to start.
The shipper will be here in about two weeks. I am not sure how we will get it all done. But I know we will.
I am feeling sad about leaving. Just starting to feel really comfortable here. Not sure about starting over.
Today my cleaning lady asked me where we're moving. When I told her, she said "where's that?" That kind of threw me. I never really had to explain where Israel is. For lack of a better idea, I said the "Middle East". That drew a blank stare. Perhaps it was the language barrier (she speaks Portugese) but she didn't seem to understand. Then I said... you know: near Lebanon, Saudi Arabia, Egypt.... There was still no recognition. But I started wondering... WHERE AM I moving to exactly? And HOW CRAZY am I?
Today I declined a chance to save money. The salesman tells me that I can buy a page of coupons for $80 that can actually save me money in the long run. Normally, I would ponder such a decision, knowing that it would be beneficial, but that I would probably forget that I had the coupons when I went back to the shop again. This time, my decision was made for me. I tell the gentleman that I am moving (i.e. I won't be coming back). Next question: "Oh, where are you moving to?" He's probably thinking that he'll tell me that they have stores all over the U.S. So I say, "I'm moving overseas". I think I have escaped the next question when he says, "Oh." But just five minutes later, he asks where am I moving to. So I am stuck. I say "Israel". Skip a beat. Hesitation. Then he says "Are you or your husband in the military or something?" I just smile and say no.