Last Day in Exile

I am now about to start my last day in exile. This past shabbat was very nice. My parents threw me and my brother a surprise Kiddish, my brother is also making Aliyah in a weeks time. We were able to say good by to friends and family. On friday night taking a long walk around the soon to be old neighborhood, it was a bitter sweet moment. I spent my Saturday night and much of Sunday packing, when I went out to buy a few 220 things from those Indian stores on Devon ave, I got ripped off, my brother went back with me and we were able to get a refund, thank G-d.

Anyways I am going to go fill up my new mp3 player for the plane ride.

The next time I write, it will probably be from our homeland!

Last Shabbat in the Galut

It is now Thursday night, less than 24 hours away from Shabbat Kodesh. This is a very special Shabbat for me, because it is my last Shabbat in the exile, on Monday morning I begin my trek to the land of our forefathers! My bags are filling up and my room is clearing out and wow I can actually see the floor for the first time in about 2.5 years . It was 2.5 years ago that I left our beloved land, returned to the filth of exile, which I can say has taken its toll on me. I find it interesting that I am coming to live in the holy land between the two Torah portions of Kitezte Lamilchama (When you shall go out to war) and Ki Tavo el Haaretz (when you shall enter the land). I think metaphorically speaking I had to fight my own wars in order to merit entering the land. There are so many who are not able to overcome their personal battles and fail to enter the land that the Almighty has sworn to us. So the journey begins as I go from my land, from my birthplace and my father’s house to go to the Land, which G-d has returned to us after 1,900 of exile.