It is hard to believe that it has now been over a year since I have seen you. I still remember the day I left you, sobbing on Amir's white shirt, missing my family but hesitant to leave. Those strong emotions were surprising. I spent a good number of years of my life believing myths about you, until I dug a little deeper and saw what a complicated but beautiful place you are. And then when I arrived...that connection was undeniable. Where does this come from? That a stranger to a land can step foot inside and have her entire frame of reference turned around? Could it be that you were already a part of me? Is this what it means for my soul to have been at Mt. Sinai--that my soul remembers, and connects to my having been there before, to acknowledge that event, that acceptance, that awesome gift I received with my people?
Nothing compares to you.