Just 'cuz. (I'm about to make a short story long, so if you're really, really
busy you may want to click away. Better yet turn off your computer or you'll never get anything done. Trust me, I know. But I digress.)
Anyhoo, I made my way to Mega today, to do my Big Weekly Supermarket Shopping. This was unusual for two reasons:
1. I normally do my Big Weekly Supermarket Shopping on Wednesdays, but this week did it on Tuesday because I want to take the kids to the beach tomorrow.
2. I normally do my Big Weekly Supermarket Shopping at Supersol, not Mega. But Mega is having their "bulim" (stamps) thingie. Where, if you collect enough stamps you get to buy something for a really good price. Tali asked me to shop there until I collect 60 bulim so she could buy a fairly decent digital camera for 249 shekel. That means I have to spend 6,000 shekel on groceries in about a month. Not likely, but a girl can hope. (If anyone out there has spare bulim, I'll take 'em).
But now I'm really
At the supermarket, I see a young guy (under 30?) talking to his wife on his cell phone (how did men ever manage the supermarket before cell phones?). "....Listen, honey", he was saying "I got regular carrots, they don't have baby carrots here..." He's new
, I thought to myself.
As luck and an empty supermarket would have it, I was behind him in line. He seemed a little--inexperienced
, shall we say?--at the cashier.
"Are you new here?", I asked him.
"Yes." He answered.
"Welcome!", I beamed at him. "When did you get here?"
"Today", he said. "We just arrived on the Nefesh B'Nefesh
flight this morning."
I swear to G-d, tears welled up in my eyes. They are welling up now, as I type.
I told him that we came almost two years ago.
"Why did you choose Modiin?", he asked.
"Because of its central location and we had a couple of friends here and we wanted to move to a place where the prices of homes would skyrocket as soon as we got here and we would totally miss the boat on buying something. But we're very happy here."
"It's an adjustment, isn't it?"
I thought about my own Nefesh B'Nefesh flight, about the highs, the tears, the kids.
"It is an adjustment. But it's good."
"No baby carrots here in Israel."
I smiled, and agreed. "True. No baby carrots." (Hah! Wait 'til you try to push the shopping cart.)
Welcome to Israel, my friend. May the lack of baby carrots be the most difficult adjustment of your Aliyah.And welcome to the other 229 olim (new immigrants) who joined him on this summer's first charter flight from the United States. I wish for you all an easy and successful Aliyah.
I better go now; I'm getting all choked up again.
(Now do you see why today was a great day?)