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  • Do you remember when this is from? Maybe. I'll tell you.

    We sat in the airport; we were the kind of tired that involved giddy elation, timechange-induced exhaustion, and an overload of ingredients that combined to make us feel everything we felt.

    You loved this necklace- you still do, I hope.

    We had been in Israel and we did not want to leave. What did leaving mean? Leaving meant no more Israel, leaving meant coming down from the high that was being in a foreign country with no parents and yes friends, leaving meant that all of us would probably never be together again, living-breathing-remembering-laughing-enjoying in such maddeningly close quarters- leaving meant we could go back to loving the people that drove us crazy when we spent far too much time with them.

    There is something that happens when you are your way somewhere. Certainly, in this case- on our passage to Israel, we had been unable to sleep. We ate too much, we reveled too dramatically, we laughed too loudly, we had too much fun. We were so excited for what- we were, in this, correct- was going to be a beautiful week-and-a-half that was to be comprised of a whirlwind of unorganized activity that would, together, make up the best trip in the world.

    There is something that happens when you are on your way home from somewhere. Sometimes there is a tiny bit of relief (though I think I felt precisely none of this, in this case). This time, there was an amalgam of feelings and memories that swirled in the incoherencies we sputtered to one another as we laughed and fell upon each other, not wanting to go, because we would miss Israel, each other, everything, everyone.

    Do you remember? We fell in love with Israel. No, that's not right- we already were in love, because it had been ingrained in us since were were microscopic that it was our home, that it was beautiful, that it was breathtaking in every way. But this was different, this was real- we went, there, we experienced it, we saw and we felt what we knew we were supposed to, at once making it both a very individual experience and a very unified one.

    It was fun, love. It was great. I miss it, do you?

    Do you, if you remember? I think so. I hope so.
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