Instead of packing for tomorrow's departure on my three-and-a-half week trip to three corners of the USA (only the Pacific Northwest is omitted from this swing), I am thinking about what and who I'm leaving behind and having a mini-mourning hour. My beloved Tel Aviv Soup Salonistas will be celebrating Seder mostly together and definitely without me. And every Friday in April? No soup?! No hair-raising tales of workplace outrages and social shenanigans. Shuki will be whisked off to the dascha to deal with the Professor, the teenager, the 10-year-old and the three cats, consoled only by continuous indoor-outdoor privileges, air relatively free of carbon-monoxide, and country walks.
And then to cheer myself up, my thoughts turn to what and who I'll be seeing: children, grandchildren, brother, cousins, dear old friends. (Big sigh). And wondering how many more trips there are in my future.
Better start to wrangle with those suitcases now.
*Update Update Update
Liza reminded me in her comment below that I'll be seeing dear new friends and potential family members this coming Shabbat. Now that the bags are packed, I am able to devote myself to being excited about the shiddach between her son and my granddaughter (they are not yet three years old, so there's ample time for wedding plans)!
6 comments:
Do have a safe and wonderful trip and a happy Passover with your Stateside family. They'll be so glad to be able to spend time with you. :)
Won't you be seeing any dear new friends? Potential family members? :-)
Should we start looking for caterers in the US, do you think? Comparing color schemes?
Blessing on your trip. May you have the best of times full of love and memories that will warm your heart upon returning to Israel.
I wish you a safe and very dull flight, and a great trip.
Come see me again!
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