Funny how, so often, for so many, aliyah means getting on a plane with three bags instead of two.
That’s how I did it. I had school plans in the near-distant future, a few phone numbers. Knowing I could go back and visit New York at the right price.
No pressure-aliyah. With a five year guarantee (and counting…)
It seems like that is how my brother is doing it – tomorrow, in fact. Which means I reach a new stage – the ‘family in Israel,’ the ‘other one,’ the ‘first one.’
Trying to give my brother packing tips. You get it down after a few times back and forth.
They even have Reese’s here, if you look hard enough.
How did you do it? Make aliyah?