On the way back to Jerusalem, we decided to stop in Netanya at IKEA Israel to purchase some housewares for our new apartment. Now, how can I describe Ikea in Israel...? Ok, picture this: You’re in your local Ikea. There'sthe children’s playroom; the furniture on display; the single direction layout; the big, bold signage; the restaurant; the marketplace; the snack bar. Now, picture that the signage is in Hebrew and the restaurant and snack bar serve non-dairy ice cream because they’re kosher, and you have Ikea Israel. My Swedish roommate was sad to miss out. They just love that Ikea, and I guess he wanted to feel like he was home again. I know that’s how I felt.
Paul took this picture of the Ikea sign in English and Hebrew.
Eventually, with tons of housewares in tow, we arrived back to Jerusalem and caught a bus and then a taxi to the new apartment. We put away our new stuff (and by we, I of course mean Paul), we moved some furniture around (and by we, I of course mean me), and we all three slept here together for the first time. The apartment isn’t perfect, of course, but it’s lovely, and it’s mostly nice just to feel settled, and to feel like I’m really living here. We didn’t magically get wireless while I was gone, so I’m going to be spending even more time at the Yeshiva until that is settled, and will have to find other things to do with my downtime than watching YouTube, like perhaps studying for Hebrew and prepping for classes, which start on September 7.
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