The things that change and don’t change in fifteen years.

15 years ago, I landed at Ben Gurion airport and a Russian-accented משרד הפנים rep told me I’ve been spelling my last name wrong my entire life as he prepped my paperwork.

Last night, I was helping my son with his math homework in averages and after puzzling over the inaccurate wording of this problem, assuming I had the comprehension issue, I was told I did understand it correctly but not to take language so seriously.

All in all, that sums up 15 years.