We had a bit of a rough night last night with the Babe-o, so my morning activity (and Husbinator's afternoon activity) was napping. Between that and not actually meeting up with the head of the kibbutz to discuss our contract, it was yet another slow day. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
Tonight, after the Husbinator was home from Ma'ariv, and dinner was cooking, I walked over to the mikvah to toyvel a frying pan we bought yesterday. (We brought a dairy pot with us, and were sorely feeling the lack of a dairy pan.) Striding through the cool evening air, the faint smell of cow-dung wafting through the kibbutz, I thought, "I was created for this." I immediately amended that with, "Not quite; I was created to serve G-d," but the feeling remains. There is something overwhelmingly peaceful here, and it strikes a chord in me.
I still don't see how it's practical for us to live here permanently--my independent streak, bordering on contrariness, is the first of many issues--but I love it. Maybe just because it reminds me of all the time I spent visiting Aunt Ruby and Ari (technically not related to me, but who's counting?) and their kids when I was in Israel after high-school, maybe it's the farmer I always thought was hiding inside me, but Gosh: cow poop has never smelled so sweet.
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