Homesick

Some days I get homesick. It usually lasts in the car on my way to work. I used to not like my job so that would make a good excuse for being homesick, but I changed my job and am now enjoying myself so I can't use this excuse anymore. I wonder how our life would be back home in Israel, scroll through the old memories that always get sweeter and sweeter with time. Remember the smiling faces of my kids running around, playing outside even on the coldest winter days, that are mostly like mild spring days in the DC area, having the chance to be among the greater part of our family at least once on every weekend, surrounded with love and attention of their grandparents, unlces, aunts and cuisines. I think of this part in particular on every school event we attend. Here and there you see some grandparents that live nearby and join the party. Back home it was the daily routine. Far away there meant an hour or two hours drive, a distance you would surely take during any given weekend. far away here could mean several hours flight or for us even more than that. I sometime worry whether we are doing the right thing for our kids, raising them so far away from home. But I am also aware of the fact that, as time goes by, home for them might no longer be the place that is considered home for us.