There’s No Place Like Home
On my very first trip to British Columbia, I stopped off in Vancouver to change planes for my flight to Victoria. I looked out the window in the terminal building, saw the mountains in the distance, and sighed contentedly to myself, “It’s so good to be home.” When I first visited Israel and the plane touched down in Tel Aviv, I burst into tears, overwhelmed with a sense of relief at arriving home. But here’s the thing: I’ve never lived in either place. I still don’t have an e