Honey, I’m Home

I am home.  I know this isn’t the type of announcement that normally requires a blog post.  Most people get home from work every day, usually without fanfare.  Except, of course, when they don’t.  And today is one of those days, one of too many days recently, where people on my route didn’t make it home.  Two stabbings today, on the one day of the week where I venture out of my house, both of which were in places I directly pass by.  What are the chances?  If you’d asked me a few weeks ago, I’d have told you they were slim.  The optimist in me wanted to believe that following this summer’s gruesome kidnapping and murders only a few short miles from my home, lightning wouldn’t strike twice in the same place.  My naïve self was convinced that only a week after a terrorist drove over three soldiers in my area, we were in the clear.  After all…lightning doesn’t strike twice in the same place, does it?  Or is that it doesn’t strike twice, but it does strike three times?  Because today a girl was killed right along my bus route.  An hour before I was scheduled to be there.  The third terrorist attack in our area in recent memory.  And more – a soldier was stabbed in the heart of Tel Aviv, in broad daylight, just because a terrorist had access to a knife…and because he could.

This isn’t a political blog, and I won’t make it into one now.  It’s about providing a glimpse into the life of an ordinary woman who sometimes makes slightly unordinary choices.  Choices that include working at a job located 3 hours away.  Choices that include leaving my family to build a new family, thousands of miles away.  Choices that include giving up the voluntary draft for a mandatory one for my children.  But oddly, in the face of recent threats to our people and to our lives, I don’t feel the need to defend my choices.  I feel the need to live life.  Without fear, (or at least with the façade of bravery).  To remember that life isn’t always about making the easiest choice – it’s about making the one you’ve chosen work out, no matter what.

I couldn’t be happier to come home to six delicious hugs and kisses…and to some of the most delicious fried chicken ever (made by my kids in cooking chug…insert shameless plug for the best after school lessons ever!).  There’s nowhere else I’d rather be – not in Europe, where anti-Semitism is rampant, not in the US, where psychos shoot up movie theaters, malls and elementary schools.

Today, more than other days, I’m both relieved and proud to say that I didn’t just arrive at my house.  I’m HOME.  And this is where I intend to stay…no matter what.

 

sari

Yup, it's true. I write all day for work - and now, apparently, I write for fun too.

 

6 thoughts on “Honey, I’m Home

  1. as always, you hit the nail on the head. while we are sad that you are so far away from us, we are proud of the choices you have made and the way you are living your life and raising your children. we are also proud of your entire community that refuses to be terrorized by our enemies. keep up the good work.

  2. שלום שרה היקרה מה יש לאמר?חוץ מאשר להיות גאה בך ,במסירותך לרעיון הנשגב של זאת ארצי וזה מקומי וכאן אני בונה את עתידי. כל הכבוד לך מי יתן ומעתה והלאה תכתבי רק בשורות טובות האמת היא בקוראי את הכתוב אני מרגיש אשם יותר ויותר שאינני עושה מה שאת עושה.
    תפילתי היא שהנושה שלום במרומים יעשה סוף סוף שלום עלינו ועל כל העולם אמן.
    ברגשי אהבה ובמיטב האחולים סבא.

  3. Beautifully said Sari! You just made the entire (very extended?) family incredibly proud. This part of your family hopes to join you very soon at Home! Terror or not!
    Be safe!

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