Going Home

There is something relaxing, almost liberating, about going back home, Israel for me, especially when it's just for a visit; the scents, the sounds, the feeling that you know and have mastered every single rule in that game. For me it's a source of confidence, of motivation and pride. It reminds me of where my roots are, of who I am and where I am going. Yes, I am aware of all the mess that comes along with it, but for me that's just part of the package. I guess I had missed that too in a way...
So regardless of the unreasonable price for plane tickets to Israel during the summer, regardless of the hot, humid to sticky weather, the lines, the crowdedness all around, we had a great time, we had fun, we enjoyed every single moment of this trip. The kids had so much fun that we had to remind them why we were actually going back to the U.S. But of course being on vacation, not going to school or work, having fun with the whole entire family that had taken time off from life just to spend every single moment with us, how could it not be far way better than every day's life obligations?
I often wonder whether it would feel the same when and if we come back for good, not just for a visit. Probably not, but one thing will surly stay the same; home, with all it's goods and bads, this is where I belong.