An amazing thing about living Israel is the fact that instead of a 12 hour (minimum) flight to Europe, I can jump on a plane and be in some magical, historical European city in a matter of 5 hours or less. Just a few months ago, I took a long weekend and flew to Prague.
The slight bummer of living in Israel is that a very large majority of my vacation days are spent returning to the city in which I grew up, instead of in Europe. Don’t get me wrong – I love going home. Nothing beats going home home and seeing my mom’s “Welcome Home” sign (that even though she makes a sign every time I come home, she still maintains that it is a surprise). Getting daily hugs from my parents, having a huge kitchen to bake in, seeing good friends,and the TexMex food are just some of the amazing things I love when I go home. That list can go on and on.
Kira in Israel and Kira in America feel like two very different and distinctive personalities (don’t worry, I’m not schizophrenic). As time goes on, they have slowly started to merge and now it takes less time to get oriented when I return to the US. But this means that as the different versions of myself merge, it’s harder to separate the desires of each one. Home is now an even more confusing concept, as it is both where I live and where my family resides…and also an idea for the future. This is both comforting and stressful at once because both places are home, while ultimately I still have no idea where “home” really is. But the good news is that I have time to figure things out. In the meantime maybe I can work out who Kira in Europe is 😉