Today is The Day

Today is the day. We have packed our 8 suitcases, the hand luggage is bulging with food and toys for the baby and we are ready to go. My parents drive with us to the airport to say goodbye and whilst I was expecting to feel sad, I feel slightly numb, as if this is happening to someone else whilst I stand by and watch. Saying goodbye is hard, but it doesn’t seem as final as I had anticipated, as my parents have already booked to come out for Chanukah.  And I know that we will see them on face time every day!

The plane journey is comfortable, we are lucky enough to get the leg room seats and thankfully the baby sleeps the whole way. When we arrive we are greeted by a friendly middle aged man with a sign with our name spelt wrongly. This is something we should get used to as Jeffay does not translate particularly well from English to Hebrew! We and one other family (who of course we happened to know!) were escorted to get our visas, which due to the recently ended strike we had still not received. It’s all going very smoothly, until our escort informs us that we have to wait for an incoming flight of 50 French olim before we can go to the old terminal to get our teudot oleh and teudot zehut. Take a deep breath, and prepare to be delayed. ‘Welcome to Israel’, where nothing is quite as straight forward as it might be. Five and a half hours later, papers in hand, and we finally get into our taxi to stay with my brother and his family in Jerusalem for two days. They made Aliyah last summer so they are an invaluable source of information and support during this tumultuous time. When we arrive we are greeted by balloons and welcome signs made by my six nieces and nephews who have been waiting all year for us to join them, never satisfied with the countdown even when I spoke to them last week and said we were coming in just a week. ‘It’s not soon enough!’ my 8 year old niece complains. Now we are here, and we have a few hours to rest before the kids get home from summer camp.

Those first two days are a blur, as we tried to adjust to the heat and enjoyed spending time with the family. Last time they saw Ashira she was 3 months old, so now at 11 months she is much more fun. My 4 year old niece is so excited when she realises that Ashira will copy her if she claps or blows kisses!

Now we are here, we have to visit a whole host of places before we can settled into daily life, from organising our health insurance, opening a bank account, buying a fridge/freezer and oven and considering our options with regards to a car. But for today, we will just relax and enjoy being looked after. Chocolate chip pancakes? Don’t mind if I do!

Buy or get rid of?

How much stuff do you have? The question which olim ask, not from an existential or even a charitable point of view. The simple equation, is how much stuff can I fit in to the smallest space? Will it cost me more to buy this pen again in Israel or should it spend six to eight weeks in a shipping container and meet us again on the other side.

That was today, as we moved from our flat into our parents (or in-laws or grandparents depending who is really writing!) for three weeks before we actually fly.

We realised that possessions fall into two main categories

Those things you want, need and use regularly to be known as ‘shipping’. E.g. photo albums, microwave & bed.

Those things you don’t want, you don’t need and never use to be known as ‘rubbish’. Rail Ticket Discount Card from 1997, seven boxes of icing sugar & anything on VHS.

Then there are all the things in between.

The challenge of aliyah is not the two main categories, but moving things from the middle into either shipping or rubbish. It makes you very sensitive to what you actually need, asking yourself ‘if this were to go down at sea would I bother replacing it?’

As the packers moved out an eerie quiet descended on the flat as it became pretty real that we were actually leaving. Six suitcases and a lot of stuff in carrier bags later we arrived in South Woodford which is to be our temporary home for the next few weeks.