On the Way Home (not LIW)

We left Houston at 11:30 for New York. It was beautiful approaching New York. I looked down on some very beautiful houses, each surrounded by a few acres of land with lots of very green trees. Then the houses got smaller and the lots got smaller, but they were still very nice. After that the houses were smaller yet, but still not small -- nice-looking two-story houses. Then there were blockier houses and apartments, and finally we flew over the city itself, and it wasn't bad.

We were delayed getting out of New York and the rest was the usual ordeal of flying west to east, listening to the roaring air, and sitting in a seat designed for someone with a hunched back or someone who can miraculously breath sufficiently in a very hunched position. We arrived in Tel-Aviv at 6 p.m. Houston time, and home in Jerusalem at 8 p.m. Maybe now I'll reset my watch, since I need to shed my Houston skin and emerge with my Jerusalem skin. Or maybe I'll stay in my cocoon until I get a night's sleep (I got almost none on the plane.)

I dreaded entering my very small apartment after being in a house with space, but when I walked into my nice, clean simple kitchen, I felt fairly satisfied after all.

However I don't feel like unpacking, since there's nowhere to unpack to. I brought back more than I went away with. Those "space solutions" they advertise don't work unless you have some space to start with. I can hang five shirts on one hanger, but then where do I hang the hanger? Maybe I should just stuff them into boxes and get used to ironing. Not a bad idea, really.