Life in Israel is like…
12 hours ago we exited our bomb shelter after 30 minutes of extensive ballistic missile fire from Iran that targeted most of the country, and now I’m making an apple crumble coffee cake for Rosh Hashanah – which we are hosting this year because I didn’t feel safe driving up to family in Haifa like we usually do.
And of course, given the year we’ve had (and are still having) and the fact that there are still hostages that need to come home after 12 months in captivity, no one really feels like celebrating anyway (I haven’t said “Happy New Year” even once because it feels hollow).
But here we are, cooking and baking, and very grateful that our son is, miraculously, able to come home for the holiday.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to mix the dry ingredients together while listening to the music of Hatikva 6 and the constant dull roar of fighter jets flying overhead…
