Saturday, February 15, 2014

Day 4 (Shabbos)

I went to Kabbalat Shabbat for the first time in a very long time. It was nice, but it would have been nicer if everything weren’t still so numb. It’s not that I’m numb, you see, it’s that everything around me is numb. I’ve been waiting nine years to move to Israel, and now I’ve finally done it. Why don’t I feel more excited? More anything? There was a moment when I first saw Israel from the plane, and I remember it felt sweet, and I smiled and waved and kept saying ,”Hi,” but I haven’t felt anything regarding Israel since. I guess I’m still trying to keep myself from realizing that I’m absolutely terrified.

In other news, we met our adoptive family over Shabbos. I shall refer to them on this blog as Roz and Ozzie. They suggested very strongly that I attend the ulpan on the kibbutz: even if it is below my level, they say, I will gain immensely from the social aspect of being fully integratig in the program. I’m sure my parents will smile when they hear that: it’s essentially what they’ve been telling me since middle school.

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