There have been so many things I wanted to write about but I really haven't had much energy left over after trying to live my life this last month to write about it. So, here's a quick update:
A month ago I started a new job,
so Itzik and I decided that it was time to start looking for a new place to live.
Both of these things sound exciting, but turned out to be real trials for our relationship.
The bad news is that it caused so many arguments I wasn't sure we'd make it to a new place.
The good news is that we found a place, and moved this weekend.
We made it.
Beach Season
Maggy and Kurt came to Tel Aviv to celebrate their anniversary a couple of weeks ago,
and we spent an afternoon on the beach together.
Their visit coincided with a 'heat wave' which marked the beginning of summer (it was 90 degrees all week), and it felt so good to swim in the sea and relax in the hot sun (...under an umbrella with lots of SPF).
Summer here makes me feel simultaneously excited and terrified. The weather now is so beautiful- 85 during the day, 70 at night) but come June/July/August it will be too hot to function. It's almost like winter, in that you don't leave the comfort of temperature controlled indoors unless you are going from A to B...or to the beach. In any case...I'm bathing in sunscreen these days.
Moving
Balagan.
It's no secret that moving is one of the most stressful life events there is.
Add to that the language barrier (not being able to read online apt postings, needing a translator at the bank, feeling generally useless and making your partner feel totally burdened...)
well...you can imagine how fun the process has been.
Itzik has been incredible, and done so much work to find a new home for us.
I've done as much as possible, and tried to be patient and understanding when he felt (understandably) overwhelmed.
Now that I'm not living there anymore, I can say openly how wretched our old place was.
It was Itzik's bachelor pad, and I felt like I was squatting there for the last 8 months.
The landlord was a jerk, the plumbing backed up into our bathroom, there were bugs, loud neighbors, zero storage, less space, one window, and was far from where we both work and play.
We had no elbow room, felt claustrophobic, and it was not good for either of us as individuals or a couple.
But now we have a much bigger place, in the middle of Tel Aviv, with a real kitchen, a huge living room, big windows, and landlords who are friends of Itzik's family. And I can walk to work in less than 15 minutes.
I really feel like this is the beginning of a new phase for us.
I'll post pictures after we've really unpacked...
This is the first time I ever had movers (cause I never had much furniture before...)
and it was the best ever. These two dudes came in at 6:30am on Friday (Itzik and I pulled an all-nighter on Thursday after work) and in less than two hours had moved ALL of our stuff out of the old place, onto a truck, and into the new place. Amazing.
They did the heavy lifting, and I was still exhausted, but my back wasn't destroyed and it was so quick!
These guys were amazing, but truly, that must be the worst job ever.
To celebrate the move we went out for dinner on Friday night.
We happen to live a block from the only Pizza Hut in Tel Aviv, and I could not have been happier.
We stuffed ourselves and fell asleep fat and happy amidst a pile of boxes...a perfect shabbat.
