Category: aliyah

On Shabbos (Sabbath/Saturday), there was a shalosh seudos meal at our shul, sponsored by a number of people in honor of us leaving.  We were asked when we wanted it to be held, and we asked that it be this week rather than the very last Shabbos we’d be here, since it turns into a late night, we’re leaving Sunday morning, and we need to have our kids asleep at a normal time the night before we go, and we’ll also need the last few hours to finish up the last details of packing, etc.

As the organizer finished reading off the names of the many people who participated, someone quipped, “You should have just said who wasn’t a sponsor; it would have been much shorter!”  It was very heartwarming to see how many people voluntarily participated in this for us (two of my kids came home on Friday with the newsletter and separately exclaimed over the long list of sponsors), and our entire family was very touched.

We had lunch at the home of good friends, and then walked directly to the shul since we stayed such a long time chatting!  On the way there, I was caught in a massive downpour – we were a few buildings from a public building when the rain started and I thought we’d duck in there and wait it out, but the rain was so heavy that in the three minutes it took us to get there, we were totally drenched.  (Ds18 had gone home earlier with ds2 and ds3 to put them in for a nap, and dh left ten minutes before me to go home to pick them up, so I was grateful they all missed the rain.  It was just me, dd10, ds9, and ds5.)

Dd10 and I agreed to keep walking because we were so wet  we couldn’t get much wetter, so we walked at a leisurely pace in the downpour.  No one else was out, and I’m sure the people driving by wondered why we weren’t at least madly running for cover if we had to be out!  When we got to shul, we were literally dripping, and it was somewhat distressing that the last time I’d see most of these people I looked like a drowned rat.  Oh, well.  Sometimes you just smile at the absurdity of a situation, and this was one of those times. I was freezing when I went in the building because of the air conditioning and me being soaked to the skin, so I went to the front of the building where there is a small covered porch I could stand under to warm up.

I chatted with a couple of people coming out of the shul while they waited for the rain to break so they could head home, and at some point, ds9 told me he didn’t think many people were going to show up because of the rain.  I told him whoever was going to come was who was meant to come, but he was right, hardly anyone was coming in.  When it was about the time for the shalosh seudos to start (I got there about thirty minutes early, according to the pre-rain plan dh and I agreed on); I went downstairs and was very suprised to see the room was full!  Everyone had come in the side entrance or from inside the shul itself, and I hadn’t seen one single one of them!

It was so lovely.  We’ve been blessed to be part of a very special shul, which is as special as it is due to the direction and guidance of  the rabbi and his wife, both very warm and wonderful people.  Knowing them has been a gift in our lives and we’ve learned to be accepting of others at a deeper level than we were previously as a result of their example.  My husband spoke about our gratitude and appreciation for the community we’ve been part of there, and our hope that these friendships we’ll take with us as we go to Israel.

Then the rabbi spoke very warmly about our family; he said he wanted to focus on two specific points: integrity and chinuch (education), and we appreciated his sincere and kind words.  I was then very surprised when the rabbi said that my closest friend here in Baltimore had asked to speak – it’s very unusual for a woman to speak at our shul at this kind of event, but she later told me the rabbi knew how important it was to her and agreed.  That was also really, really nice.  (No, I’m not going to repeat over specifically what anyone said about us.  But it was very nice.:))  I amazingly didn’t cry the entire time but when she spoke was when I came the closest to it.

We stayed until the very end – somehow we’re always the last ones to leave and close up! – and this time was no exception. When we got home it was close to 11 pm and we were so glad this was held at a time that we could be fully present and appreciative, rather than pressured by the late hour and the following early morning!

This was a lovely way to have closure with our shul (synagogue) community, for us to say goodbye and thank you.  And to hear that we’ll be missed!

Avivah

Things are starting to look like we’re moving soon – basic furniture is being sold, there are piles of things everywhere waiting to be packed, boxes all around – lots of fun!

Then today I got two bits of welcome news: ds18 was accepted the yeshiva of his choice in Jerusalem (they said they’re accepting him without an interview based on the strong recommendations they heard), and then later in the day, we got the message that his file was approved for aliyah!

In case you’re confused, ds18 has a file independent of our family in order to make aliyah.  There were so many delays with this – even after I posted weeks ago that I was told his file was complete and was being sent for processing, a week later I got an urgent email that something was missing and couldn’t I hurry up since nothing could be processed without it.

That something was his current Israeli passport, which was being processed at the embassy at the time of our appointment (two months before) with the Jewish Agency representative.  At the time, I gave the representative his expired passport and explained that the new one was being processed, and I’d get a copy of it to her within a few days.  She told me not to worry about it, she could get it directly from them.  Then two months later, it was me holding everything up by not having submitted it on time.   

Then his file was finally – really – sent for processing, we got an approval a couple of weeks later, but were told it wasn’t really a complete approval because he needed further paperwork.  Since he’s the child of two parents who are gorer zechuyot (immigrants who left before the ten year period of rights ended), and we’re officially changing our status to returning citizens as soon as we get to Israel, he isn’t eligible for any benefits right now.  So documentation had to be made that we were changing our status (as a returning minor, he has full rights very similar to someone making aliyah).

Since we had to do this and then wait a couple of weeks in order to get our authorization for our tickets, I asked if she could call the office that had already issued approval of our status, thinking this would save time rather than start all over.  Silly me.  And apparently, annoying me, since I got an irritated message in response asking why I can’t just sign the paperwork requested and don’t I know I’m going to hold everything up if a call has to be made to verify that this has already been done.

Well, I guess my idea of efficient isn’t the same of government officials, but I’ve wised up and learned repeatedly during this process that redundancy is a very good idea.  Submit the same papers time after time after time, then fax then to a different office for good measure.  Then fill out repeated applications for the same thing, and this will be faster than sending one application for that same thing.  I’m catching on.  🙂   It’s a good thing I started this process five months ago.

What today’s approval means is that I can now order ds’s plane ticket, and the cost will be covered by the Israeli government.  I’m hopeful that there will be room on the flight that we’re scheduled for in a week and a half (nothing like last minute plans, hmm?  And to think, I read on the blog of someone making aliyah that they couldn’t believe they were only approved and given a flight date two months before they had to leave!).

It’s so nice to have gotten this today – now that’s one huge detail that is out of the way. On to the myriad of boxes waiting to be packed and an entire house that is waiting for a semblance of order to be restored….

Avivah

The following are notes based on an NBN webinar that I listened in on this past week.  I think the topic of moving teens from one culture to another has some significant challenges involved, and I appreciated that this webinar was available to me.

A) Common Teen Challenges

• Teens are struggling to shape their identities.
• They are trying to separate themselves from their parents.
• They are experimenting with new ideas and experiences.
• They are exploring new ways of communicating with you as parents.
• They are struggling with friendships and peer pressure.

This is typical of the average teen growing up in a culture familiar to him; all of these challenges become compounded when the teen moves to a culture that is unfamiliar to him.

B) How Do I Parent My Teen Oleh/Olah?

• Consider the social and educational needs of your teen when choosing a community and a school.  Move to a community where there is a school and framework for teen olim (plural noun of one person making aliyah, ie immigrating to Israel).  You need to put the needs of your teens first when deciding where to move.  Communities recommended were Maaleh Adumim, Modiin, Beit Shemesh, Gush Etzion, Jerusalem, and Raanana.  (Notice that there isn’t one city anywhere in the northern part of Israel that is mentioned – every single place is in the center of the country.)
• Maintain continuity and consistency with the current values of your home; this will support your child in making a healthy adjustment.  When you make aliyah, it’s not the time to have additional requirements of them, whether religious, academic, or disciplinary – don’t add to the burden they are already feeling.
• Give them space to make their own decisions.
• Be flexible and communicative; be understanding of Israeli teen culture that allows for much more independence.

C) Choosing a School

• Think about your child’s personality, adaptation skills, learning style, and any special needs, then decide what type of school is most suitable for that child.
• Ask about the educational and Jewish values that guide the school’s program and teaching approaches.  You don’t want to be surprised later on that your child has picked up a philosophy that you aren’t comfortable with simply because you never asked about it.
• Assure that the school is experienced with teen olim and their unique needs in preparing for the Bagrut (Israeli matriculation) exams.
• Educate yourself by speaking to teachers, principals, and more experienced parents so you can best help your child to succeed.

D) Youth Movements and After School Activities

• Joining a youth movement is a great way to make friendships and devel0p camaraderie.  (Ezra, Bnei Akiva, Ariel, Tzofim Datiim (Scouts), and Noam were given as religious options.)
• Participating in after school activities allows your child to explore interests in a non -academic setting.

E) Graduates of Your School of Choice

• Find out what the school expects of its graduates and the type of program they encourage upon gradutation.  Eg:  army, pre-army (mechina for boys, midrasha for girls), National Service, hesder yeshiva, yeshiva gedolah (for boys)/seminary (for girls).

All in all, I thought she included some very useful things to consider.  Although I’m looking at bringing teens from a slightly different angle and therefore my choices look different than their recommendations, I’ve actually considered all the points mentioned and thought about how to best meet their needs when we move.  I don’t think making aliyah is an easy thing for anyone of any age – it’s a major life change – but I hope that the decisions that my husband and I are making regarding our children will help make their transition as positive as possible.

Avivah

Every month for the last five years, I’ve gotten together with other local homeschool moms, and we’ve enjoyed chatting as the kids played.  I wasn’t really looking forward to this month’s gathering, because it was my last one and that was too final to think about.  So I kind of put it to the back of my mind.

I was there for at least 2.5 hours, when everyone was asked to leave the kitchen.  This isn’t unusual so together with the other moms, we moved to the living room.  Ds2 was sleeping in my arms, and when they said that everyone was being asked to go back to the kitchen, I said I’d just stay where I was, that I wasn’t going to move again with ds2.  When a friend said, “I think Y. wants everyone to come to the kitchen”, it flashed through my mind that it might have something to do with us leaving -because neither Y. nor the friend who said that would insist that I move to a different room with a sleeping child if I already expressed that I’d rather not.

As I walked into the kitchen, I saw two cakes; one a birthday cake for one of the boys there, and another cake that had written on it, “We’ll miss you!”  Seriously, I don’t know how I didn’t start crying right then, but I had a pretty big lump in my throat.  Then someone told me everyone had gotten me a gift – the cake wasn’t a shock, but the present was.  She said they knew that I’m downsizing everything and I probably wouldn’t want something else I’d have to make room for, so they decided to get me a piece of luggage.

It was a really great present since I have literally one suitcase from the Dark Ages, when they didn’t have wheels or frames, but I wasn’t going to spend money on luggage.  This is so practical and useful, and every time I’ll use it (and there will be lots of opportunities even after we move that it will be used) I’ll think of my homeschooling friends here in Baltimore.

Then, they told me to look in the suitcase, but I was crying by now so I asked ds12 to open it.  Inside was a scrapbook with the names and addresses of all the regular attendees of our homeschool gathering, and a card signed by them.  As I turned the pages, I saw pictures and messages for my kids from other kids in the group.  It was a beautiful surprise from beginning to end, and I so much appreciate it.

Fortunately, I’ll still see about half of the moms sometime before I leave, so that made it easier to say my goodbyes – they were balanced out with ‘see you soon’ to others.   This isn’t the fun part about moving, that’s for sure.

Avivah

About seven or eight years ago, I joined a local Toastmasters group. Toastmasters is a public speaking organization, and my group met every couple of weeks.  This was something that was ‘me’ time at a stage in my life when I had very, very little self time – lots of little kids, very little money, and a husband who was rarely home because of work.  But twice a month I’d hire a babysitter for a couple of hours so that I could get out and participate in this.  I enjoyed it so much that I accepted the position of VP of Education when nominated a year or so later, then became president of the club when voted in the following year.

I competed in club level contests – humorous speech, motivational speech, speech evaluation, and improptu speaking – and for several of these, won at the club level and went on to compete at the area level, and in one contest, won at that level as well and was eligible to compete at the district level.  I did this just to challenge myself and get out of my comfort zone; it was a growing opportunity for me.

I stopped attending regularly about four years ago when I was newly pregnant with ds3; life was busy and as much as I enjoyed Toastmasters, I had to be very selective about how I used my time.  I’d occasionally pop in for a visit, and finally last winter rejoined the club.   Many of the people there were new to me, but the atmosphere of warm supportiveness was the same. I took a break for the last few months, but last night, I wanted to go back to say goodbye before we move.

I felt like a VIP when I walked in, with a chorus of surprised, “Avivah!”s breaking out.  🙂  The format of a Toastmasters meeting has three parts: formal prepared speeches, impromptu speaking, and evaluations of the prepared speeches.  I hoped I would be called up for the impromptu part so I could say officially say goodbye to everyone, but I wasn’t called up.  I was a little bit disappointed, but the meeting has a structure and time constraints, and they can’t call up everyone!

I was pleasantly surprised when the man leading the meeting for the evening broke with traditional protocol and after a very warm introduction, asked me to come up and speak to everyone about my plans to move, as well as what my experience in Toastmasters was.  It was so nice to be acknowledged in this way and given the opportunity to speak to the group for the last time.  Being in this club is something I’ve really enjoyed and I felt kind of choked up as I was sharing what this has meant to me, but managed to cover it.

After I sat back down, the program continued onto the evaluation portion, when a different person (secular Jew in his 60s)  finished the formal portion that he was leading.  Then he shared some very nice thoughts about me with the crowd – he said how much I’d be missed, and gave his warm wishes for good things for our family.  This is someone I’ve enjoyed speaking to on a number of occasions, and it was clear how much he meant every word.

Then as the meeting wrapped up, the president got up (African American man in his 60s), and he told everyone how much he’s learned from me and said some nice things – and he was sincere about all of that, too!  I wouldn’t have expected it since he only knew me for eight months (the first two people have known me for years).  Then finally, the current VP of Education got up (non Jewish man in his 60s) and surprised me by also saying some very nice things about how much I’d be missed.  He also only knew me for eight months, and as a person who doesn’t come across as emotive but clearly communicated that he was sorry to see me go, it meant a lot to me.

None of this was part of the program and they didn’t know I’d be there until I walked in, so none of them had time to plan with each other.  Sometimes people say nice things because it’s expected, and you kind of think, ‘yea, yea’ to yourself and smile politely as you wait for them to finish.  But what was especially nice about every single one of them was that they said things they really meant, and they said things that were reflective of who I am, not some nice sounding made up nonsense.

One of these men after the meeting did something kind of interesting, but I have to give some background so you understand the context.  In Toastmasters, the protocol is you shake hands with the person who introduces you as you go up to the lectern, and shake hands again when you leave the lectern.  I don’t shake hands with men, and this was unusual but became well-known to everyone – I had many opportunities in front of a crowd to lightly explain why I wasn’t shaking hands, particularly as sometimes men didn’t know or forgot and would stick his hand out to me to shake.

So last night, I was holding some papers between both hands, and the man I was speaking to someone (the secular Jew in his 60s) asked me to hold it in my right hand.  I didn’t understand what he was asking, but he repeated himself so I transferred the papers to my right hand.  As I did, he grasped the other end of my papers and shook them up and down, as if to shake my hand.  This was his way of being appropriate but concretely saying goodbye; I know he felt it would have been an incomplete goodbye without some extra sign of appreciation.

(As I wrote the above, I realized it could seem the club is made up of men in their sixties!  But it’s really not – lots of ages and people of all backgrounds, which I enjoy.  It just happened to be the people officially on the roster for the leadership roles for this particular meeting were in a similar age group.)

Fortunately there were women there as well so I got to hug them!  In a conversation with one, she shared how connected she felt during a visit to Israel thirty years ago.  As we spoke, she opened up a possibility of Jewish heritage that I encouraged her to pursue, explaining that if the grandparent she suspected was really Jewish, then that made her 100% Jewish since this is determined through matrilineal descent. Who knows where that will go?

My thoughts had been on me missing this venue and group of people, not about how others felt about me, and I was surprised at all that was expressed about me.  When three of the four men who spoke said how much they learned from me, it made me firstly wonder what in the world they learned!! 😛  But more than that, it showed me that you really don’t know who you’ll touch in this lifetime and why.

I entitled this post ‘let the crying begin’, because the crying in my heart started last night as I said my first real goodbyes at Toastmasters.  The crying in real life started the next day, at our monthly homeschool gathering…..

Avivah

So we have an official departure date to Israel, August 14.  I want to share something interesting with you about that.

When we decided to move to Israel almost five months ago, I wrote in my planner for Sunday, Aug. 14 – ‘leave to Israel’.  Then I got busy with the details of making things happen, and forgot that I had ever written down this date.  I started to think that it would be better if we could leave July 24, to give us more time to get settled and for the kids to make friends before the school year started.

So when we found an apartment we were interested in, July 24 is the date I told them we wanted it by.  This wouldn’t have been a problem – the real estate agent told me the seller needed to know if we were interested before he renewed the lease with his tenants, and the lease was up mid July.  Perfect.  But somehow, there was some miscommunication somewhere since although we immediately told the seller we were interested, he had already renewed the lease through January.

We needed a place to land when we arrived, and this wasn’t going to work for us.  So the negotiations began.  The seller really wanted us; he and the tenants dislike each other but legally he was stuck.  The tenant said they were supposed to be able to move into low income government housing in June, and would move by then if it was ready.  I told our agent I wasn’t going to make plans for our family’s move based on a government agency doing it’s job in the time frame it was supposed to.  🙂  The real estate agents contacted the builder of the low income housing, and were told it wouldn’t be finished on schedule.

Then the seller said if the tenants would move sooner, he would give them 5000 shekels.  The tenant said she wouldn’t leave early for less than 15,000 shekels.  So the seller’s real estate agent and our real estate agent both agreed to each give 5000 shekels from their fee to the tenant to help her move.  I didn’t feel good about this and told the agent she was working hard for her money and deserved every penny (or should I say agorah?), but she said they felt better to sell the house and make some profit than not sell and have no profit.

The tenant was offered this money, but she said she wouldn’t agree to move until she had signed on another apartment that was to her liking.  This wasn’t so simple, not because apartments weren’t available but because she had a specific idea of what she wanted, and she wasn’t highly motivated to move.  It had taken weeks to get to this point, and I told the agent that we had to know we had a place to move to, and if this wasn’t going to work out, I needed to move on to look for other apartments.  We agreed to give it until the end of that week before looking for something else.

Amazingly enough, the last day of the week the tenant found another apartment.  And it was amazing how it worked out!  An Anglo family was told by their landlord that they needed to find somewhere else, that he didn’t want to rent to a large family anymore.  This pushed them to buy an apartment a couple of doors away from us in a very short time frame, working with the same real estate agent we used.

Our agent told them that we were interested in the apartment but the purchase was being held up by the tenant not finding a suitable apartment to move into.  Although their apartment wouldn’t officially be placed on the rental market for some time, our agent asked if that family would give her their landlord’s number in order to help a nice family (us :)), and she contacted the soon to be deposed large family’s landlord about this tenant.

The tenant went to go see it, and was very happy – it was nicer and cheaper than where she was.  (Dd16 informed me last week that it’s the exact same apartment as ours, just three doors away.)  And because of that, she didn’t require the 15,000 shekels compensation to move.  But they couldn’t move until the family in their new apartment moved, and we couldn’t move until the tenant moved.  When the dust cleared from our musical apartments dance, what was the move out/move-in date?  Not July 24, but August 15.

This was all resolved in the beginning of June, and I opened up my planner to write down our departure date.   Since the apartment would become available on the 15th of August, that meant we needed to leave on August 14.  But when I turned to the page of August 14, I was taken aback to see that it already said, ‘leave to Israel’.  My note to myself when the date was just a shot somewhat in the dark and I had totally forgotten about writing is what ended up happening – our flight is scheduled to depart NY on Aug. 14, and arrive in Israel on Aug. 15 at 12:25 pm!

Sometimes things happen that are frustrating and it doesn’t seem like there’s anything positive coming from it.  When I look back at all that was involved in the negotiations, it’s obvious that our negotiations had to be delayed in order to give the other family a chance to buy their apartment (now we will have one Anglo family as neighbors), and for their rented apartment to be available to ‘our’ tenant.  I often marvel at how clearly G-d’s hand can be seen, smoothing the path and making good things happen, when you pay attention long enough to see past the distractions of the irritations.

Avivah

Who would think that buying our tickets would be so exciting?!?

After receiving the authorization of our legal status Sunday evening, I called to make reservations.  My main concern, aside from the cost of the tickets, was if there would be enough seats remaining on the flight we wanted to take, and I was delighted that there were.    So I made the reservations, at which time I found out that the discounted price wasn’t $806 per person, as I had been told.  Instead it was $922.30 per person, and $762.30 for children under twelve.  It’s a good thing that five of the seven kids traveling with us are under twelve, so the total ticket purchase ended up being only $250  more than we anticipated.  $118 increase per person for nine tickets would have been a nice chunk of money to have paid out!

Then we had to email the authorization form and the confirmation of our reservations to the NY office.  The next day, I got a call from the NY office representative, asking for credit card information; making tickets for returning citizens is a three step process, so we couldn’t pay until this point.  I gave her our credit card number, and a few minutes later she called back to say it had been declined.  I was pretty shocked and knew something must be wrong (we keep a low balance and pay our card in full every month), but she was very impatient, so rather than take a few minutes to call the credit card company and figure out what was going on, I gave her our debit card number, asking her to wait five minutes so I could transfer the funds into my bank account.  (I love online banking!)

She called back a short while later to say that was declined, too.  Well.  By this point I realized both my bank and credit card company were blocking the purchase since it’s not in line with my typical purchasing habits, and told her I’d call the credit card company to ask them to allow the charges.  It was the end of the business day for her, so I had to wait until the next morning.

This morning, I called the credit card company and quickly got that straightened out.  I then spent over 45 minutes on hold with the airline, waiting to pay for my tickets. (I think it’s good business to make it easy for people to pay you, don’t you?)   When I finally got to a live person, she told me that we had reservations for 8 people.  ‘No, nine people,’ I corrected.  No, she insisted, so I asked her to read me all the names of the people she had reservations for, and realized that dd14 had been dropped.  I told her I could email her the confirmation in which everyone, including dd14 was listed, but she didn’t want it. So she made a new reservation for her.

Then she informed me that I needed to send the authorization and confirmation to the NY office before I could pay.  ‘No’, I told her, ‘I did that already and the NY office was already in touch with me about payment – that’s the reason I’m calling!’  I told her the card had been declined because my credit card company blocked the charges, but I had that lifted and I wanted to complete the payment.  So I gave her the number, she read it back to me, and I waited on the line while it was processed.  ‘Declined’, she told me.

Now I know this isn’t possible, but she was very abrupt and impatient and wouldn’t repeat back the number of the card she had used.  She asked me if I had a debit card, and I told her we’d already tried that the day before yesterday and the bank wouldn’t allow the charges.  I asked her again to tell me the number of the card she had used, and she waffled back and forth, asking me insistently several times for the number of the card I wanted her to use (as if I had given her anything but one to start with).  She finally admitted she tried my debit card instead of the number I had given her and she had repeated back to me (it was listed on my record from the day before, apparently).  Well, that explained the problem.

So she processed the card she was supposed to, it went through, and we’ve received all of our etickets. 😛

Departure date – three and a half weeks to go – Aug. 14!

Avivah

In making our move to Israel, there have been three main issues that needed to be resolved for the move to happen: find a place to live in Israel, sell our house here, and buy tickets.  There are lots of smaller things, and then the big one of dh finding work, but these were what I considered the biggest issues that needed to be taken care of before leaving here.

We expected buying tickets to be the easiest and fastest of these issues to deal with.  After all, we had the money saved up, so all we needed to do was call and make the reservations.  Right?  I wish.

If you are a returning Israeli citizen, you qualify for discounted flight tickets ($806 per person) as well as an additional piece of luggage per person.  To get that discount, you don’t just call and tell them you’re a returning citizen.  You need to have authorization from the Israeli government.  And that’s what became a very big challenge for us…..

On March 9, following a month of clarifying all the relevant legal details upon which our decision to move was made and two days after announcing our plans to move to Israel, I was notified that despite having been told otherwise by offices here and in Israel, my husband and I didn’t have the legal status of returning citizens.  Instead, we were immigrants who left the country before their ten year period of benefits ended, and our status froze as such when we left Israel eleven years ago.   And oh, by the way, we wouldn’t be eligible for any of the benefits that returning citizens receive, including the discounted tickets.

This was a huge issue for us – we had carefully gone over the numbers and and our financial plan was based on being able to to fly to Israel with the discounted tickets.  It was a lot of money, but it was doable.  When we learned we’d have to pay $1300+ per person instead (what most airlines were charging for a one way ticket at the time we planned to travel), it was upsetting.  Because there was no way we could afford that increase with the amount of tickets we needed to buy.

I asked if it were possible to change our status to that of returning citizens, since we met all the criteria.  Sure, I was assured. (Lest you think I asked on the spot and was told this, nope.  I had to ask, then call a week later, then wait for her to contact the Israel office, then call again…it took about a month to get the following answer.)   You and your husband need to fly to Israel to sign a waiver that you’re changing your status.  We have to spend $3000 on tickets to sign a piece of paper when we live in the digital age?  There’s no way to sign the waiver here, for example at the Israeli consulate in front of the consul?  This question was what we were waiting to have resolved for another two months.

Actually, that’s not accurate.  We never got a  final answer from the person we were asking about this, though after a lot of back and forth, were told that I could give dh power of attorney and he could sign on my behalf in Israel.  This was a bit….well, not helpful.  We were turning our lives all around, doing a huge amount of things to make this move possible – and after months of waiting for an answer, still didn’t know if we’d be able to afford to get on the plane.

Finally, I asked the representative if she thought it would be helpful if I called a particular person at a different office I had been in touch with a couple of months before regarding something else.  She agreed that would be a good idea.  I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t thought of this.  I called her (it was now past mid May) and she told me that there’s absolutely no need to sign the paperwork in Israel.  In our situation (it’s not common and that’s why the person we initially spoke with didn’t know how to handle it), we were told we needed verify with the Israeli government that we wanted to change our status, then get the discounted tickets and change our status after arriving in Israel.

Great! We were so encouraged that we finally were speaking to someone who knew how to handle this.  She told us about the paperwork she needed, and dh got it all together and sent it to her.  By mid June, he still hadn’t heard back and told me he couldn’t reach her by phone.  I thought that was strange, since she had been easy to reach initially.  So I called and left a message, then called and spoke to someone there to find out if there was a reason she wasn’t returning calls.

There was.  She’d had a baby.  ‘Congratulations!’  I told the receptionist.  ‘Is there someone else taking over her responsibilities while she’s out on maternity leave?’  No. ‘ Is she checking her messages?’  No.  ‘When will she be back at work?’  The end of August.  Oh.  We need to leave in seven weeks, in the middle of August, and after months finally found someone who knows how to handle our case – and now she’s not available.  ‘Well, is there anyone else who can help us?’  Leave a message for the consul, I was told.

So I did, and a day later, he called me. I explained the situation, and he told me to call someone in the NY office (this other person had been in PA).  So I did.  I explained our situation to her, told her how we were told it was supposed to be resolved….and she told me she needed to check with the Ministry of Absorption how to handle our case.  This is what we were told for 3.5 months by the first person, so this really wasn’t encouraging to me just seven weeks before our anticipated departure date to literally start all over.

In the meantime, she told me to send her everything that I had sent the first person as well as some legal stuff she wanted filed differently.  I asked if there was a way for her to access the other person’s files.  Nope.  So we started from scratch again.  But though we didn’t know it, this time it was with someone who felt a responsibility to help us get it resolved.  After a week (beginning of July), she told us the paperwork was all in order – and then needed to be submitted to Israel for processing.  I had thought she’d process our paperwork; I didn’t realize all we had done was just the preliminary paperwork!

By the middle of last week, we were supposed to get the authorization.  Other emails were sent, but not that one.  So dh contacted her again – she told us to wait another couple of days, and she’d look into it if we hadn’t received it.  We waited a couple more days… and didn’t receive it.  Dh contacted her again.  By now it was Friday, July 15 – and we wanted to be on the flight four weeks later.  Yesterday morning, dh told me she might be working on Sunday, in accordance with the Israeli work week, so I called to left a message – dh said he didn’t know what to do anymore and thought I might be able to approach them in a more effective way.  (You know, all the emotion – our children need to start school and our dd16 is there alone and waiting for us, and we really need to get our tickets.)  I called and left a message, but she wasn’t in.

Last night, I told dh we needed to make a mental stop loss order.  How much longer were we going to wait before we made another plan?  I got online and started looking for other alternatives to get to Israel within our budget, and found three airlines.  (There were five, if I had been willing to consider Air Jordan and Turkish Airlines, but I felt that was more than I could emotionally deal with.)

Unfortunately, we’d only be allowed one piece of luggage each, which would be a big loss for us since we’re not making a lift and being able to take 3 pieces of luggage would make it possible to take a lot more. Maybe we’d send the other pieces of luggage on a mini lift.  But what about ds18?  His ticket will be paid for (once he gets his authorization, which is a separate issue…..), but only if he goes on two specific airlines, and neither of those airlines were among the three we found affordable flights on.  And if he wasn’t going with us, how would he get to the airport in NY?  We started working out some pretty involved logistics as to how we could take a flight leaving from the same airport as El Al around the same time, drop ds in one section to fly to Israel alone, how to make a lift, etc – it started getting kind of complicated.  It was good to know that we had an alternative, but dh and I agreed that it would definitely be best if we could go with El Al.

Then, right before he went to sleep, dh checked his email – and our authorization has finally arrived!  Four and a half months after first asking about how to get it, less than four weeks until we’re planning to leave, but we finally have it!  The next step: finding out what flight has enough seats available for us all at the time we want to travel, and finally making the ticket.  Stay tuned.  😛

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