October arrived. At first it looked like any other holiday season – sea, desert and then some more sea.
But then the race began. As it turns out – there is not enough time. The bureaucracy involved in breaking up from Israel for a long time is overwhelming. As October progressed, it turned into a race against time. All tasks, even though we’ve started executing them long ago, drained into a two-week period, where Eyal is still working and I am with the kids who are no longer admitted to the education system. Mail, electricity, banks, communication providers, cancelling direct debits and authorizing new ones, contracts, tenants, a painter, a carpenter, a glazier (and couple other professions from Scattergories), vaccinations, dentist, international driving license, car ownership transfers, income tax, social security, accountant, insurances – these and others all must fit into the big puzzle of our schedule.
* In such moments, I must thank my parents for keeping us all sane *
So, this was October and all of the sudden – it ended. And now we need to pack everything into two big backpacks and six small ones. Another book for the eldest, another doll for the youngest, another game for the road, ohh – don’t forget about all the medicines, and the bags are barely closing. Without noticing, this is really happening… Talented aunt Ella prepared some presents for the road – pencil cases and notebooks in small cloth bags (I highly recommend her website to see some more of her work).
Mom’s side prepared a surprise – “expedition shirts” with the blog logo and a painting of the family (drawn by another talented nephew) and a memory game with photos of the entire gang.
And unfortunately, we have to say goodbyes. To try and meet everyone, just once more to spend some time with friends and the kids want their fair share as well… It’s not easy to say goodbye for a long time, and even though we prepared ourselves for that moment way ahead, there are some hugs you really don’t want to be over.
Because between all those tasks and within this tight schedule, the mind works concretely and mine specifically – as an expert in the art of repression – didn’t find the time (and probably didn’t want) to stop, process and feel, until the hugs arrived. Luckily, when the tears make it hard to speak, there are songs that do the job for us and my thoughts often have sound track. Here is an example of one song that escorted me during this time:
All your life, You were only waiting for this moment to arise…