So I have made contact with the government of Israel and my request has been accepted; Israel wants me—back.
So I have started the paperwork process for making Aliyah; the transitional ascension, to my homeland Israel. With the past challenges of paperwork needed for sex reassignment surgery under my belt—no pun intended, I digress—thereof, I just know that I can go through just anything. Literally. Anything.
Patience, patience; One day, I will get through and out with the paperwork and obtain my one-way ticket flight and out I will be gone from this shithole. In a heartbeat, I will hand over my old passport at the Israeli border so we can take care of it by burning it to the ground. In the mean time, let me just complain some more—baruch Hashem.