It was twenty years ago today that I took my life in my hands and moved it to Israel. I spent that Sunday afternoon at JFK having a tense farewell with my nearest and dearest, wondering what the future would bring. Having been risk-averse but adventure-loving for most of my life, I decided to focus on the adventure. There were certainly times when the risk overtook my optimism, but I'm still here.
Today is one of those days when I feel wistful as well as celebratory, because today is Mermaid Girl's 8th birthday and I'm not there to participate in the festivities. However, I have now accumulated enough frequent flyer miles to start planning my next visit without concern for fuel surcharges. (Pretty soon the airlines will have to change that generous policy, I'm sure). After the birthday gifts have been opened and get a little stale, I'll just have to go there and install the webcams and Skype myself so she and I can have webchats without parental supervision, because 8 is old enough to handle that, don't you think?