Seventeen years ago today I was leaving the USA with a one-way ticket to Israel: making aliyah. Reading Yael's recent experiences reminds me that when I landed in Tel Aviv there was no Internet, no e-mail, no cell phones. In fact, in the absorption center where I stayed there were only two phone booths in the lobby, both either in use or out of service. And the phone booths took only tokens that you had to buy at the Post Office which kept opening and closing like a clam because it was the hagim, and your call would get disconnected without warning when your time ran out.
I had no friends, no family, no Hebrew, no independent income, and no job. What was I thinking? (For details, see Why I Moved to Israel.)
Now I remember! I was thinking how easy I had it compared to my grandmother, a widow with five children, moving to New York City from Bucarest at the beginning of the twentieth century.
AND, five years ago today Mermaid Girl was born and I became a Savta!