Well, I am a month away. That is the plan, anyway.
I will be moving to a small kibbutz just a few short kilometers from Haifa and the Mediterannean coast, some thirty kilos from Lebanon, for the purpose of Ulpan, named Ramat Yochanan.
I am pursuing my active hope of adopting the Hebrew language as my primary tongue and taking furious leaps to pursue citizenship. I will be living in Ramat Yochanan for five months, coming back to Minnesota in August for one final push in finalizing my dream of making Aliyah.
Personally, I am in a strange limbo. Here is the place of my upbringing, family, friends. Here is where it all began, and I am opting to leave. Some people question this, a few more critically than others, if this is just something temporary.
I tell them and myself, a ship is not destined to stay in its harbor.
More to come as I approach this much needed time in the land of my soul’s passion and content.