Feeling Homesick

May 26, 2008 14:42

Now, after I've emerged from my winter's sleep, I am awake, wide awake to connect with spring.

There's only concrete and cement around me - the little grass we find and indulge while eating canned pear slices in a nearby park. The word "memorial day" never took precedence  before emigrating for Israel, but now I've experienced war and terror on personal and emotional levels years later, I think I know what the word really means. Two of my students died in that last war.

My son fishes for critters and worms, and finds one and I correct him, "it's an ant."

Why didn't anybody tell me how hard it would be adjusting to life back in the United States. Why is it so hard?

I think it's hard because starting over is so hard.

As my son digs his heart away, I try to avoid digging the moment. But with the prices of international flights steadily rising, I try to maintain a decent skype relationship. And I write. And read. And wait.
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