Well, it has been almost a year to the date that I left this place I've called home ( Cleveland), for a place I have loved and only dreamed about (even though I had been there before) calling my home being in Israel. Right about now I would be doing last minute packing stressing out and wondering what would be. It was honestly one of the most emotional few days of my life. But once I landed and met up with Erez, with my new friend Marc, it was a great feeling to know that this was the beginning of one of my greatest adventures in life. One the not only brought together things from my past experiences there but one where I made new one's.
It was a time that I will never forget. I got to see Family, and experience the joining of a new addition to the family at a ULTRA ORTHODOX WEDDING. along with the most amazing reconnection ever with old friends, who I miss dearly even to this day. The adventures that I was able to take all over the country were some of the best and most memorable, from meeting the potential future Ambassadors who came here to Cleveland, to Atlit where my first experience in Israel came around full circle and gave me closer of the experience of the true Israeli. To getting possibly the opportunity of a life time focusing my leadership skills and creating possible future ventures at BFL.
It has equally been nice to see old friends from Israel here, and making new ones. With everyone from a friend who came across country to make a stop here and hang out,and seeing a sister of my best friend ( Shira Finkelstien,one of David's sibling) who I hadn't seen in about 15 years (unfortunately the curse lives on the finkelstiens know what I'm talking about hahaha), to making new ones in musicians on tour. And finally hopefully next month I get to see an old neighbor from Ramla, which would be awesome. But see there is still something missing... There is still a heavy emptiness inside as if my heart is truly not here...
It is 6000 miles away in a land far far away... Israel... and it lays heavily and strong in the promise land. Its crazy, i can clearly picture myself walking from the villa all over Ramla and the scenery as it whisked by on the sherut (special taxi) , bus, or train, as if i was still there. Its like I can still feel the pavement under me, the sight of the most beautiful flower bushes as I walked down the alley. To the most amazing scents over taking me in the shuks. To the sounds of the people shouting to friends or family asking if they are home or telling them to come home! to the most beautiful sound of Jews praying at the kottel on shabbas, and the calling of the Koran and to prayer from the masques.
My heart is there and it is screaming for me to return HOME. My heart weeps and cries for my return to the promise land. My life is there! MY CALLING IS THERE!!! sigh my plan is to go back this time I hope for good. yes I know the struggles for the most part that I may and will likely face. Life will not be easy there. But it must be done... It is who I am it is only a matter of time. My hope, is by late spring/early summer of next year. At least in time for my Best friend ( Practically a brother to me) David's wedding. That is my dream, my ambition, my one and true passion... The promised land... So as we always say at Passover, NEXT YEAR IN JERUSALEM!!! 
ME AT BEN YEHUDAH ME AT THE WALL PRAYING
MY NEW FRIENDS AND PRACTICALLY FAMILY,
