I apologize for the radio silence here. Big things are happening, in that we are MOVING.
Not just any move. Our last move was from two blocks away. Although we did switch ZIP codes and have our car insurance jacked up as a result.
But I digress.
We are moving to Israel. This is an idea that we’ve been tossing around for years and years, started thinking about seriously last spring, and have sort of thrown together in the past six months. And when I say “thrown together,” I mean two trips to Israel to sort out jobs and houses and things. Gathered every paper of record relating to us and our children. And there is still so much left to do if I think about it too much I might cry.
It is four weeks until the movers come and seven weeks until we’re on a plane. Between now and then there is the end of school, Miss M’s birthday party, two weeks of camp, a visit to my parents, packing packing packing. We’re selling off a lot of furniture (Israeli living spaces are in the European model, i.e., inherently smaller) and miscellaneous STUFF–it costs $6.25 a cubic foot to move this shit, so we want to think carefully. Which isn’t to say I haven’t been stockpiling Lands End dresses (on sale) and raincoats (ditto) and Carter’s sleepwear from Costco.
And now I have to bake cookies, because when AM awakes from his nap to find that the stereo is gone he will be distraught and I will feel better if there are fresh cookies.
I am still here, still trying to keep up with who is having babies and reading when I can, but expect posting to be light for the next bit. One Tired Ema will continue to be tired and continue to muse about it, just in another time zone.