The flight was uneventful (thank Gd!) and we made it to our short-term University housing apartment.
It was hot and horribly humid, and then it rained.
We got ourselves groceries, adapters, a hamper (surprisingly important!), and learned about the elusive trash situation called Bebbi Sagg.
My first response to someone speaking to me in German was "Si."
Rafi's bedtime routine now takes about two hours.
I had the best falafel of my life. Allie and Jenna grieved to report that it, in fact, had no flavor. So, basically my palate heaven.
As Rafi and I left the train station where we had just hugged and waved and cried and hugged Allie goodbye (so many hugs), I experienced a wave of an unfamiliar emotional roll over me. Should I call it bravery? I don't know. I've always thought that there was an absence of fear in bravery. And I am certainly not unafraid. I am terrified. Yet, as we walked home, the ticker tape of my brain just kept playing "You got this. You're doing so good." And other people's words ping ponged in my hear- "We're so proud of you" and other nice things like that.
Tomorrow, I have a friend-date with an Irish woman. Our residency permits are en route and Rafi has the perfect amount of toys and books and we're all healthy.
Baruch HaShem.
It was hot and horribly humid, and then it rained.
We got ourselves groceries, adapters, a hamper (surprisingly important!), and learned about the elusive trash situation called Bebbi Sagg.
My first response to someone speaking to me in German was "Si."
Rafi's bedtime routine now takes about two hours.
I had the best falafel of my life. Allie and Jenna grieved to report that it, in fact, had no flavor. So, basically my palate heaven.
As Rafi and I left the train station where we had just hugged and waved and cried and hugged Allie goodbye (so many hugs), I experienced a wave of an unfamiliar emotional roll over me. Should I call it bravery? I don't know. I've always thought that there was an absence of fear in bravery. And I am certainly not unafraid. I am terrified. Yet, as we walked home, the ticker tape of my brain just kept playing "You got this. You're doing so good." And other people's words ping ponged in my hear- "We're so proud of you" and other nice things like that.
Tomorrow, I have a friend-date with an Irish woman. Our residency permits are en route and Rafi has the perfect amount of toys and books and we're all healthy.
Baruch HaShem.
Wait - you have a friend-date already? That's crazy! Love these photos. Bottom one is for the new band: Rafi and the SunGlasses. Or is the new band called Bebbi Sag? I think of Switzerland as really clean so I'm having trouble picturing an "elusive" trash situation. (Ha, I wrote "trans situation." : ) ) I agree with your insight about fear being part of bravery. So important to hold those two together. Thanks for articulating that.
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I believe the definition of bravery is being afraid and yet walking forward. Exactly what you are doing you brave warrior woman. I laughed out loud through the falafel situation!
ReplyDeleteI know you got this, Malka! <3
ReplyDeletehmm, take two, comment didnt post: I am touched by your description of your journey thus far, each and every feeling makes soooo much sense. loving you soooooo much from
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