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Moving house

One reason I haven’t been a posting machine lately is that I’m in the process of moving my blog to my own domain. Yes, yes, mistress of my domain. Please save the jokes and any other Seinfeld references you may think of. It’s probably too early to leak this, but my new home will be at: http://www.zendette.com

A lot is happening, really, but I have so little time to think through and analyze any of it since it feels like I’m on a fast moving train most of the time. Next Friday we are throwing a small pajama party from Karen. It really warmed my itty bitty little heart when I started calling the parents of her closest friends, and they were all so excited and happy for their daughters to attend. In the not so distant past, we have had complaints about Karen fighting with other girls, and I know at least one mother who is completely afraid for her daughter to be around mine. Since I’m never sure which parents have had issues with Karen in the past, I was afraid the response wouldn’t be quite as warm and excited.

We had a wonderful Purim, and Karen’s costume, which she first described as Queen Esther, but later advised us that she was in fact dressed up as Vashti, the evil queen in the Purim story. Now I need to worry about her identifying with the “bad guy”, great.

So, I’m very excited to be moving, and I hope some of you will provide feedback on my new site. A friend is creating it for me, and one of these days I hope to be able to post more about the creation of the site and the positive spin it puts on the issue of peace in our region.


Classic Mustang, aging chassis

That was what I dreamed about last night, after we completed our escape from Lugansk.  The full body ache of carrying Matan, all 8.5 kg of him, from Lugansk all the way to Kiev was not something this old body is used to.  
I know Tamar warned me, again and again, but a stroller would just have been even more of a hindrance.  I can’t imagine climbing the slippery stairs from tarmac to plane and back down again with anything more than we already had with us.  DH took responsibility for Karen, and all hand baggage, and it was almost more than he could manage. 
It seemed almost like a military mission.  We got the passport, not before a final attempt to convince us it would take another week.  A call to our agency, and we got it same day. 

Goodbye Babyhome


Thursday afternoon we picked Matan up from the baby home.  The caretakers all gathered around to wish him goodbye.  I thought I saw a tear or two.  It was clear they were both happy for him, but sad to see him go.  They were happy to take a group shot. 

We spent one last night in Lugansk with him, and flew out of there at 6 am.  To my surprise, Matan managed to sleep, and we made it to the airport, even though our facilitators told us they were worried about us flying in “terrible weather”.  

We were pleasantly surprised by the fact that our 1 hour flight (instead of 16 hours by train), was on a decent sized jet and the flight was smooth as silk with clear skies and a good pilot and crew.  The view was fantastic, white fields as far as the eye could see and a beautiful sunrise. 

View from above - approach to Kiev


I think it was an Ebraer jet, and belonged to a small, Ukrainian charter company called Dnieproavia.  Great flight.  But this old body isn’t used to carrying 8.5 kilos for 5 hours – to the airport, thru security and and somewhat against his will while waiting to board.  He really wanted to walk around, but was so tired he was falling all over the place, and putting his mouth on everything, so in my arms it had to be.  

I wasn’t able to update or access Internet from the time we got Matan’s passport until just now.  Everything happened so fast, and we had to quickly pack up 4 pieces of luggage, get the kids, and ourselves a few hours of sleep before leaving.  

Sergey, our driver, met us at the airport and took us to the same apartment in Kiev that we spent or first week in.   Unfortunately, we only got the modem late last night, and it didn’t work.  Needless to say, I was in serious withdrawal, plus I knew family was waiting to hear from us via Skype, this blog, or email.  We had no way of communicating with anyone outside of Ukraine.  

Early this morning, our adoption family buddies, Tal and Sagit, called us, and with some encouragement from them, we managed to get the modem connected.  Bad wires mean we could lose it anytime, so I’m uploading this and will give more details shortly….if it’s still working.  I love you all and miss everyone so much.  We can’t wait to come home!  

Dear readers

I’m just thrilled to see how many readers are actually interested in our story.  I get a country report listing where your IP is located.  I think I can guess who my regular reader in Slovakia is, a good friend and customer, unless I”m mistaken.

I’ve also noticed regular readers in South Africa.  I have no idea who this can be, but I’m happy that our story is engaging enough to bring you back.  I’d love to know who you are, if you aren’t too shy to introduce yourself/ves. 

Today we should be putting in the formal request for Matan’s passport.  It doesn’t look like we’ll make it home by this weekend, but a good chance we will finally make it out of Lugansk with 2 children, and be able to spend the weekend in Kiev.  Then just apostille and visa early next week, and we are ready to board the first plane out of Borispol!

I’ll update as we go….and again, thank you everyone for your support and for reading my blog.  Writing it has helped maintain my sometimes wavering sanity and knowing you are reading is a nice little ego stroke that makes me smile and keeps me motivated to continue writing.