Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Kine Hora. Puh-puh-puh.

Yom shlishi, 29 Tishrei 5769.

I LIVE IN ISRAEL!!!

No, I am not an amnesiac, awakening suddenly to clarity.

It's just that, once in a while, it strikes me again that I finally have something I was striving so hard to attain for many years.

Maybe it's similar to the feeling of completing med school, which I believe also takes about 16 years (after all the internships and so on).

Maybe it's like having a baby after you've been trying for more than a decade.

You just occasionally have to pinch yourself, and say out loud, "I made it!  Baruch Hashem!"

During my morning walk, I fixed my eyes on the street sign at the top of the long hill, just to give myself an attainable goal.  "Nof Herodiyon," it says.  But in Hebrew letters.  My street.  So the thought washed over me:  We have been here for a full year, even on the lunar calendar.  And I cannot entirely believe it.

I am very, very grateful. 

I am also very conscious of all of our dear friends who want to be here, but who are not.  Yet.

Today, my davening for those in Chutz l'Aretz who want to come Home will be strengthened by my own love of this place -- the same kind of love you have for someone you are afraid of losing, if you take him for granted.

Tatte b'Shomayim, please grant the prayers of those who want a good thing with all their hearts. 
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