Whew. I guess clarity sometimes comes with the morning. Or it could just be an answer to my prayer that God would give me an interpreter for my mail. This morning as I revisited the "water bill", I couldn't find my name anywhere. Yes, I feel like I'm in kindergarten trying to learn how to associate these crazy looking letters with my name, but if I go really slowly, I can pick it out. And then I noticed the dates -- thank God that numbers at least look the same in Hebrew! Anyway, the date of service was from 7/27 to 9/18; which was the day I moved in! Yeah! We'll let Racheli the landlady deal with that one.
The other piece of mail in yesterday's post WAS to me. I found my name on it. The envelope has a little icon of an electrical plug and cord, so I'm thinking that it's from the electric company. At least it's not a bill; it's a letter and I'm really hoping that it's just a welcome and that they're not telling me they're going to shut off my service or something like that.
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Congrats on reading your name! I would have no idea what mine looks like. I can't believe you've been there 36 days!
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