Hopefully, this post won’t be one of those condescending and supercilious “I Made Aliyah and Therefore I’m So Holy” posts. However, if it does reek of smugness, feel free to leave a virtual smack upside my head in the comment section…
When I think back to the BA (before aliyah) era, I recall - at least to a certain degree - a tacit sense of:
“What’s with those Israelis and their one day of yuntif? I mean, I realize that even the most haredi of Israelis keep only one day, and obviously, I know that according to the Torah, one day is the ideal. But still, there’s something a shtikel, well, modern about the whole thing. And besides, I like yuntif! If one day is wonderful, then two days are even better!”
And so on.
But then we made aliyah and started keeping only one day.
And you know what?
It’s all good.
I don’t feel deprived. I don’t feel like we’re missing something. I don’t feel like we’re observing some new-fangled custom. I don’t wish we had an extra day or an extra Seder.
Quite the opposite in fact.
I feel like we’re keeping yom tov as it is meant to be kept. I feel that another day or another Seder could only be described as כל המוסיף גורע (loosely, overkill).
When it comes to yom tov in Israel, less is much, much, much more.
And so, as we begin to approach our 11th aliyah-versary, YZG and I continue to be extremely appreciative of the fact that living here in our beautiful country is truly an incredible privilege and honor.
!שבת שלום ומבורך