It doesn't feel like three years. It feels like a blink of an eye and like we've been here forever all at the same time.
It's been three years of a true acclimation. Our first year felt like a vacation. Like we lived here, but looking at Israel through the glass. Our second year, we dipped our toes in the water. We felt comfortable enough to call this place home, yet still trying to figure out how to fit in this crazy puzzle of a society. Today, three years after we stepped off of that charter flight to the sound of Israeli music and the smell of the desert and the sea, we have truly immersed ourselves in israeliut. Our kids speak Hebrew amongst them, we have jobs in israeli companies and have israeli friends, we've travelled the width and length of our country, we volunteer. We've lived through peace and through war. We've made it home and we've made this home.
My grandfather was the ultimate zionist. He was born here and he moved with his parents to Colombia when he was a child. When he was 18, he came back to fight in the war of independence. He would be thrilled to see his grand daughter live here so happily.
Today, three years after having gotten off of that El-Al flight with our pockets filled with hopes and dreams, we've turned those dreams into reality and i can say, without the shadow of a doubt, that this is it. This is where we are meant to be
