Since October 7th, when the war broke out in Israel, this question of where home is keeps coming up for me. I have lived in NY for 31 years and have been seeing it as my home and my kids’ home. I even bought my grave site in NY as the plan was, and maybe still, is to die here.
Going back to my Israeli home 2 weeks ago to visit my family had an overwhelming effect on me. It was the first time in 20 years that I felt like staying there and a strong feeling of belonging. It was very hard to leave.
It is quite emotional to see how an existential crisis makes one feel. Everything I thought I knew and felt was shaken.
Home for me is where I feel complete inside and where my kids are.
Is it possible to feel so connected to a place that your heart aches and physical safety is no longer a question?
Do you know where your home is?