The sun sparkles through the windows of my parents' house in Arizona. It's morning time, and while it rises over the valley and makes its way into the homes of people and the desert crevices surrounding, we stir awake. It happens around 8am every morning.
Did you know that Aviv and I shared a certain look in our eyes exactly a year ago today? It was a look of telepathy. A magic realization where we both knew at the very same moment that New York was a dream that had already been fulfilled, and that it was time to move on.
This is life, going with the wind. Day one in Tel Aviv - ✓
The sun is warmer, the fruits are sweeter, and we don't need much more than that...except for the friends and family that were also here to welcome us, of course! :)
Here begins 9 days in the tropics. We are vacationing here for a wedding, but already, we find ourselves scoping out the scene to see if it can be a more important destination on our world map in the future. So far, the climate and the people are incredibly reminiscent of Tel Aviv, which means it's a beautiful place to live in your bathing suit.
More to come! And hasta luego! :)
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!
On Friday + Saturday, we said goodbye to our Kilim rug (sorry Adnan, we'll have to wax-poetic about another piece of decoration!), the wonderful Restoration Hardware Baker's rack, and our sound system. In the process, we added more nic-nacs for sale on the site (see here!), we made some new friends... and through them we may have found two options for apartments we might want to inhabit come the winter time! Chelsea and the East Village—here we come...? We shall see!
My Teta (grandmother, in Arabic) has lived in the United States since 1973, inside the same house off Miller Rd in Swartz Creek, Michigan.
Teta was born in Beirut, and then relocated to Vienna briefly with my Jido (grandfather) and the twins (hi momma!) before making their way to Senegal, Africa for 14 years. From there, the family moved to the USA, and they have been here ever since. Clearly, Teta got her fair share of world travel early on—and ironically enough, in a time where the globe was much less accessible than it is today.