As I got off the El Al flight on February 17, 2003, I smiled nervously…I had done it. I had done what my parents had down some 20 years earlier. I had come home. I was nervous but I had wanted this for over three years, and I was ready to make it happen. Ten years later, my enthusiasm and love of Israel has not diminished. It’s been a great journey—filled with many highs and challenging lows, with the sole regret being that it took me so long to realize I had to come back home.
For more, click here for my latest piece in the Times of Israel.
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