I’ve been feeling a bit discombobulated as of late…
everything is just so different.
Of course, that is to be expected when you move to a different country.
I just have all these crazy conflicting emotions. and it is all starting to bubble to the surface.
I feel like I dont have anything to post about when in fact, I have SO MUCH to.
It’s like I dont know where my starting point is.
So let’s find some direction…
Both of my parents are in Israel as we speak. They leave tomorrow night. My mom has been here for 2 months now, my father for 3 weeks.
The girls and I tagged along with my dad to Tel Aviv and I asked him if he would mind taking me to the house where he grew up.
I hadn’t been there in years.
My dad grew up in a tiny house with 2 bedrooms.
for 11 people.
2 parents, 9 kids.
And one of those bedrooms was a living room.
It’s crazy to think about that.
My dad’s mother passed a year before I was born from a heart attack, and my grandfather passed when I was 16. He was 90.
My grandfather remarried after my grandmother passed.
She was about 20 years his junior so she took care of him until his final days.
Sarin still lives in the house that my grandfather built. And now she too is 90.
My dad loved showing the girls around his old stomping grounds.
I loved being able to see it as well.
So as I said earlier, my parents have been here for some time.
Today they came to say goodbye to the girls.
It was so hard for the girls, and especially for my parents.
All new beginnings are hard… even for the smallest of people.