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Last night, as the temps went from 20 to 0 degrees, we had a déjà vu moment. Meeting with our  realtor from now almost five years ago, Dianne Needle of the Needle Group , we reminisced over the buying process that brought us to Sharon. This time around, we shared updates we had made to the house, stories of how we were welcomed to such a nice community and our intentions for moving. I can't speak highly enough of Dianne. She knows Sharon, Massachusetts so well and devotes so much time to her clients. She's creative in her marketing approach as well, and brings new light for what's to be loved about Sharon. Through her postings I have learned of new places and businesses I was unaware of and friendly faces in the neighborhood . I couldn't help but to feel a little sad signing the agreement papers, narrowing down ways to stage the house, an open house and getting that much closer to the reality of our move. Dianne was completely understanding and speaking with her wa

"We're really happy for you...but this is also such a loss." This phrase, which is so very touching, strikes me with bewilderment at the same time. Loss. Perhaps we are still in somewhat denial with 7 or 6 months left to go. I have been focusing my time much more on 30 weeks of pregnancy and the disconnect between my body and brain that we will have an infant (G-d willing) soon. In fact, this consumes my thoughts about 90% of the time. As I called the Jewish Agency to set up an interview, the music while on hold was a constant repeat of אין לי ארץ אחרת . A familiar tune, it is also one that was played during the pull out from Gaza, the Hitnatkut. I remember sitting in my aunt's apartment in Haifa, watching the images on TV and absolutely torn between the fundamental core values settling the land of Eretz Yisrael and the pursuit of peace. I find myself thinking about loss and what this truly means. While we've contributed to the community and communitie

The other day, I met our cleaning lady for the first time. During our brief chit chat, I learned that she and her husband moved from Brazil...17 years ago. Asking them both if they are at nostalgic or miss home, both shook their heads no and that the United States is wonderful. I continued to ask them about the process to become American citizens, in which the husband shared it has been 8 years and for each person, the cost is approximately $5,000 plus legal expenses (approximately $15,000+ for his household). He then double checked that I am not a lawyer, their secret safe with me. Two things struck me today on the way to work, in the rainy, melting snowy weather and endless traffic. 1) The privilege being American and 2) The blessing that as Jews, we have a homeland This reminded me of the whirlwind two of my three sisters had when my father passed away so suddenly. Their Israeli passports were expired. The family literally did not know what to expect or how they'd

Often when we hear of aliyah or the klita process, this more than often follows some comment about bureaucracy. Usually it is that dealing with Israelis can be annoying and how incredibly unhelpful they are. Six years ago I had one such story when I had to renew my Israeli passport at the consulate in Boston. After going in once (at very specific hours) my application was denied and I was told I needed an apostille on my birth certificate (new law, not written on the form). We drove to Annapolis and got it done. One shiny gold sticker later, I made my way back to the consulate. I had everything prepared, down to the cash and armed with other documents just in case. The woman behind the screen looked at me, and in Hebrew asked "ואיפה בעלך?" No where was this written in the documentation. I called Josh frantically at the time (and apologize, but yes there were some crass words), who was working in Newton and asked him to drive down right away. Upon his arrival, he told me the

My sister moved yesterday to a new house after being there since 2009. She moved 4 blocks away. What ensued was feelings of uncertainty, one child with a headache, another that threw up. My mother went to see a small home that she is also potentially considering moving into and shared that she didn't sleep all night. Thoughts on her front for Israel are to rent and eventually perhaps buy, being in both locations, which would be very nice for us. What a club, as I too didn't sleep given very active internal movements. I worry about a healthy delivery and how all the pieces will come together. Feeling homeless is not fun.  Anxiety is such an unfair part of biology. It is paralyzing, exhausting and causes so many lost opportunities. My sister's scenario reminded me of when our son switched schools, the first night back he screamed endlessly. The only resolve was by showing him some video about planets (how this worked, I'm not entirely sure). His question to me over

After the passing of my father, we returned to the United States. Homeland security set us aside. Flipping through my passport, they looked and said "welcome home." The irony of this statement, as an American Zionist Orthodox Jew still strikes me with wonderment. Having a more than recent disconnect from prayer since then, reciting "may you affix our eyes with your return to Zion with mercy," or "et shiv'at tzion, hayinu ke cholmim" -- we were like dreamers -- and knowing anyone of us can be on the next plane over, can really nerve your core. So I'd like to discuss thoughts about America and the wonderful amenities it provides. What is the "American Dream?" American Jews do a lot to accomplish this so called goal. But at what expense? My parents provided a home with memories and focus on education. I wanted exactly the same, but the tuition crisis in America definitely adds an element of wild stress. You can do your very best and

"Return again, return to the land of your soul. Return to what you are, return to who you are, return to where you are born and reborn again...." - Reb Shlomo Carleach z'l I decided to start this blog, in an effort to share thoughts, dreams, concerns, excitement and everything else in between. To be real, let out and hopefully sleep better when too much takes control of the mind. Here and there perhaps my spouse will chime in too, which will give an opportunity to hear a different voice. Rewind to 2008. A request is made from one partner to another "wait for me." And so we do. From NYC, to Malden, Sharon, Massachusetts, two children (and one on the way), two advanced degrees, a car that is owned, one leased and a modest house that comfortably provided shelter throughout this time. I will miss the backyard, the wooden floors, the kitchen we redid ourselves. "We've always made anyplace we've lived home," my partner whispers in my ear, ofte