I always struggle with my romantic dream that everything will work out in life with the least amount of effort. Coming back from Israel is hitting reality hard. There’s a LOT to do in order to move countries. Life becomes condensed into a list; call embassy, get passport photos, fill out dog forms, declutter house… It’s a bottomless list. Of course I have to remember to look at it.
These days I find myself becoming quite overwhelmed so I end up taking myself out for coffee or making myself a quiet cup at home. This is when I need to remind myself of the ‘doing’ rule. Just choose three things for the day and do it. It’s not about perfection, it’s about ticking the item off the list. The novel of paperwork isn’t so insurmountable as long as I pick up the pen and begin. Getting all our birth certificates apostilled isn’t impossible, even though it requires a Fedex courier to Sydney for certification in my case; it’s just a visit to the post office. That is as long as you have ALL the birth certificates. We lost one and had to reapply for a new unabridged birth certificate.

Lesson learnt – make sure all documents are up to date and in order.

Of course writing this all out is fun. I get to leave out the lengthy phone calls, the dramatic, frustrated tears. The beads of sweaty worry at entrusting the most important documents of my life to Fedex. No one needs to know about it do they now.

Of course there is help along the way. A lot of help. The Aliyah department has a wonderful, dynamic team who are very welcoming. They outline everything that’s needed to make Aliyah, they break it down, and help make it doable. They have a mine of contacts and information to aid every issue that seems like a mountain. What’s also lovely is that it’s a mini Israel where everyone speaks Hebrew to each other. We picked up some Hebrew slang, just listening into a heated conversation. It’s worth visiting the Aliyah department as soon as you’re thinking about making Aliyah.

My friends in Jerusalem who have made Aliyah warned me, ‘You have to be organised.’ This made me shake in my Camper boots. Organised. I know I can be organised, but it’s not quite my thing. I remember once telling a psychologist friend that I struggle to keep an organised house. She replied, ‘Writers aren’t known to be the best homemakers.’ I guess when I die I’d rather be a writer than a Vogue home maker. But this doesn’t help us make Aliyah. So I’ve had to roll up my sleeves and hyper focus on getting all birth certificates in order, fill out the bountiful forms, and when I just can’t anymore, make myself a cappuccino.