Six months in and still going strong – well, usually.
And boy, am I thankful for that.
March 1 marked six months since the day I officially immigrated to Israel – the day I found myself sent to an airport detention room waiting for an Absorption Ministry representative and then locked out of my friend's apartment where I was initially supposed to stay. Good thing Ravid and his friend Shai were there to save the day with Shai's car.
Since that day, I have grown and developed my life here in ways I could never imagine, and as I wrote two months ago when I turned 26, there are many people to whom I am grateful – without whose help and guidance I would not be as settled in here as I thankfully am right now.
Since I've arrived here, I've done multiple jobs and Hebrew courses at once, our next-door-neighbor has undergone a revolution and one of my roommates has left tomatoes in the shower. If Israel is anything, it sure isn't boring. It's a place where you learn to manage with less, you work your absolute hardest to achieve your goals and occasionally, you rest.
I have some huge and exciting challenges ahead of me in the very near future, and I just hope that the next six months here will be as successful – if not more so – as my first half-year has luckily been.
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