Home Is Where Your Heart Is
Read this on galpod.com. We're back from a two-week stint in Israel. I wrote about coming back to my childhood home before, about the feeling of surrealism. I feel it today as well. The house we currently live in is home, in a way. It's the house we've lived in the longest since our childhood homes. But we're renting it, so it's not technically ours, which is a whole other post. I'm having trouble gathering my thoughts today. The time difference between London and Israel isn'