“I won’t be happy wherever we move. So you make the decision, and at least you’ll be happy”
Our trip to Eretz Yisrael was a dream come true.
In retrospect, it really didn’t make sense that it worked out so well. To begin with, we had no idea how to make it work financially. A few months before our trip, a distant relative had unexpectedly gifted us with some money.
At the time, traveling to Israel was just something my grandmother had thrown out as an idea, and it hadn’t seemed realistic that it would come to fruition. But I begged my husband to arrange passports in case we’d somehow be able to go. And then, between some extra freelance jobs, miles, long stopovers, and that gift from our very generous relative, we had the means to book tickets.
It was also a wild time to take an overseas trip. We were leaving right after selling our home, without having a new one to move into. And although my husband had a job offer in a different city, so we knew where we looking for a home, it hadn’t been finalized.
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