A Recent Israeli Speaks His Mind

Much of life's daily activities require little retrospection or self-analysis.
I suppose that is why journals and diaries were created. I find that this is part of the purpose of this blog.
However, before I go ahead with that, I have the desire to procrastinate and review my activities since I last posted a blog.
I have since backed up my three duffel bag suitcases, filled them to the brim with all of my clothes, and filled something like eight relatively small boxes with all of my books, CDs, and other non-clothing items of my life in the United States. I have yet to have found a kind family planning to move to Israel and sending a container shipment, so that means that those eight boxes are what still remains of my belongings in the bedroom that my parents have given me in their home in Northbrook.
My parents and sister drove me to Ohare International Airport last Tuesday, the 19th of May at four o'clock in the morning in order that I make my 6:15AM flight to Newark International Airport and then onward to Ben Gurion International Airport. Although it was somewhat expected of them to do this for me, it was nonetheless very much apprecieted and kind of them to disrupt their sleeping schedule and day in order to help send me off and wish me farewell. After getting my bags checked with the assistance of my father's persuasive abilities, I made my way through security and onto my flight with the usual speedy quasi-frantic walk I do as I feared being late to my flight.
That flight was pretty uneventful as I successfully caught a sliver of time to take a short nap.
Upon arrive in Newark, I found my way to my checked luggage at baggage claim and met with a young woman that was also making aliyah from Chicago and we tiredly walked together through the airport to find the El Al ticketing counter and the Nefesh B'Nefesh desk. Since we had arrived at 9:20PM EDT and both of the counters didn't open until something like eleven o'clock, I found some time to daven shaharit in a side area of the hallway. Eventually people started to line up for the table that became the NBN desk and NBN personnel came around to check us off and give us our luggage things. When it came time to pick up our papers from the NBN desk, their personnel told me that they had not received my flight processing fee that I had sent overnight the previous Friday so that it would arrive at their office on time. But I managed to wave them away explaining that they may have misplaced the check because it had my father's name on it in addition to my own.
Looking up at what I have written, I think that it has been too much for one blog. So, I will go get some dinner and daven mincha and I'll be back to explain further.