My memories of Israel are more vivid and real to me than this place I’ve been “living” since I returned to the States almost four years ago. Choosing where to settle down was hard. I felt a pull to live in Israel. I was also… afraid of making a mistake. So I made the sensible, safe choice.
Since then, constantly longing for Israel, I've had to remind myself again and again that all my life I dreamed of having a home. And I have one. There is a park in front and state land behind. It has a nice kitchen and space for tea parties and dinner guests. My cat and I can curl up on comfortable furniture and we go outside to watch hummingbirds, songbirds, hummingbird moths, and the occasional hawk.
Home. Inigo Montoya said, “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
I thought a home was a building, but now I wonder if it means the land and people you belong to.
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