A coworker, upon returning from vacation, brought a box of chocolate to share today, as per the office tradition. I don’t think she realized the excitement it would cause; she’s an olah like me. We found it very cute to watch the Israelis get excited about her choice:
It’s a retro-style box of Elite chocolate bars; [...]
Between running into my high school principle, the recent Flatbush fiasco and my friend attending her ten-year reunion couple nights ago, I’ve had high school on the brain in the last few weeks.
High school is something I have successfully managed to block from the forefront of my mind. Part of it was my own religious [...]
So apparently, starting today, I am no longer considered an olah chadasha (new immigrant). That seems to be the consensus from other olim, the Israeli government and Nefesh b’Nefesh.
Do I feel vatik (senior)? Certainly not… But I suppose I don’t feel new anymore, either.
Whatever I am in numbers or years, I know that what is [...]