This morning I woke up to lovely thoughts of what it would be like to live in Zichron Yaakov. I imagined myself renting a cute little place, finding a cute little job, and building a cute little life there. I imagined meeting new people just by saying hello and telling people I’m new here and people being so nice and friendly and helping me figure out the ropes in my new town and renewed country.
It was a sweet little day-dream and it was fun to imagine it. I even imagined possibly becoming a tour guide there of the interesting historical places (like Beit Aaronson and the water building on the midrechov) and all the wineries.
I suppose it’s nice that when I’m thinking about moving back, it’s not all about fears, but also about hopes of what my life there could bring me.