Today is Thursday, November 22nd, the first day after the Ceasefire pronounced yesterday evening at 9:00 PM our time.
A week of being directed to our Safe Rooms if we had them, or within 15 seconds distance of any possible Safe Room. A week of being alerted to every little nuance of daily life. No work. No school. Yes work. Yes kibbutz breakfast. No kibbutz dinner. Store hours. Store closed suddenly. And so it went.
A facebook group kept English Speakers in constant touch. We fed one another’s anxieties and applauded our acts of heroism. Going out for a regular walk was cheered, or admonished (mostly admonished with incredulity). Walking dogs within proximity of a shelter became a deed of courage that needed a motivational talk beforehand and a debriefing afterwards.
Interesting times we live in.
Some lived without.
Many residents left the area and still haven’t returned.
Eventually, things will come back to normal.
Normal awareness that we carry with us at all times will sit in our back pockets instead of fully planted in our frontal lobe.
Soon. My safe room will go back to being a safe haven of choice rather than necessity.