In the summer of 2006, I moved with my family to the Golan Heights, the northeastern most region in Israel. Growing up in Long Island and immigrating to Israel in the 1990s, I have lived most of my life in suburbia; however, at the young age of 28, I embarked on a new chapter of life, a new adventure, a new type of living – country livin’. Follow my experiences, encounters, and observations of life on the northern frontier on this blog.

Friday, July 06, 2007

Coming full circle in the Golan Heights

In the end of May and beginning of June, we had big discussions about a certain package that was supposed to arrive here.

Well, I'm happy to report that not only did the toy kitchen get here in one piece (actually, in several because it required assembly), but we didn't even have to go to Qatzrin to pick it up. Yup, we initially thought we would have to go there to get it, but they delivered it to our door, which for those keeping track is practically in the middle of nowhere.

The kids were in awe of the massive box when it arrived and they were told that Chave and I would put it together one evening and it would be ready in the morning. We complied, and Natan woke up at 5:00 a.m. the next morning, skipped over to the living room and played with it for a good few minutes. Then, in a state of exhaustion, he went back to bed and collapsed till around 8:00, which is considered unthinkably late for his early bird standard!

So, there you have it - packages do arrive when they get sent to Golan Heights, Israel.

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