Ester and I were married in Yerushalayim 13 years ago this week. After the wedding, we lived in a very quaint garden apartment in Nachlaot, in the heart of Yerushalayim. When we left Israel, 7 months after the wedding, my then Chavruta agreed to take all of our stuff (66 boxes) and place them in his attic in Moshav Matityahu. Since that time, the boxes have changed hands several times and ultimately wound up in a machsan in Yerushalayim.
Today, we were to be reunited with our boxes. (Did it have to be a Friday again?)
Shortly after noon, the delivery guy drove up to the house and began carrying the dilapidated boxes into our home. Books we hadn't seen in years, our old dishes, picture albums (from when we actually used to have pictures developed), unopened wedding gifts – we were reunited with all of our treasures. The more-than-decade old medications and toiletries, however, were quickly redirected to the dumpster.
Too much to tackle in its entirety for a Friday, but we did make a decent dent.
In the course of rearranging space on the multi-purpose balcony for our delivery, guess what we found? Those sukkah connector pieces!
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