41 minutes to Tel Aviv.
It seems a usual occurrence to not contemplate what I’m about to undertake until the journey there. Before that it’s just something else.
Most of the time preparing for going away consisting of practicalities. What I need. How I’m going to get places. Who is needed to help me get there. Who do I need to speak to. What do I need to say and to whom.
But I find myself thinking what am I to expect of stepping into a country that has so much history and is so entwined with my own story and that of my family’s.
Is the best preparation, actively shutting down expectations, questioning assumptions and being open to what and where you find yourself.
“Being open”, there’s a phrase often banded around. Perhaps just “being” is better. More to come.
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