We have exactly 29 days left until we take our one-way plane ticket to Tel Aviv. Other than plans to be in California for July and August—the rest will be TBD. We’re flying by the seat of our pants…and as you know, we've minimized those pants to roughly 2-3 pairs each. Cheers to trading stuff for adventure!
I have a confession:
We have been comfortable, happy, and so at peace on Orchard Street.
I woke up this morning in our first apartment on the Lower East Side. Packing and unpacking last night in a frenzy, I made an effort to prepare my lemons, and set my coffee and mug out in preparation for my morning routine. Already, there’s a lift in my spirit in this place—and I can’t tell if it’s the apartment itself, or the fact that I get to write about moving forward with this experience again.
Last night we bid see you later to Aviv's youngest brother, who is off on his own adventure to pursue opportunities in Hawaii...YES you read that right! And he's off to the Big Island, to be exact! We celebrated with an Indian food feast at our favorite place in the East Village—Haveli Banjara—which was delicious as always!