Birdy, one of my favorite musicians, says in one of her songs "to belong is the feeling of home", and walking away into the American airport that morning I couldn't get that line out of my head. I just couldn't, and still can't, figure out how I feel about both places, Israel and the US alike.
| Looking out the window as I fly back to California |
| Me, a Reform Jewish "woman", wearing a yarmulke while playing a guitar that has a "Jewish Rock Radio" sticker right under ones for the Human Rights Campaign and Ventura County Pride |
So a Jew, I feel as though I belong in Israel. Jewish state or no, the land itself has so much history that connects me to my people. I could choose to move there right now, and the government would give me money and other resources to help me because I am a Jew, and the law says that if I want to be an Israeli citizen, I can be, just like that. Israel is the place where I don't have to feel bad about missing an event on Shabbat, because there are no events on Shabbat. It's the place where I don't have to worry whether the dishes at a restaurant are Kosher, or if the sticker on my car that says "שלום" is going to make people hate me. But Israel is also the place where there is no equal, or even civil, marriage, and where the fact that I present androgynously could make me a target. The queer community in Israel is not nearly as publicly accepted as it is in The States. Unless you're in Tel Aviv or Eilat, being a queer person can be dangerous, especially for someone who, like me, is also religious. Additionally, Reform Judaism in Israel is not thriving. Finding a Reform synagogue is very challenging, and many people do not even recognize Reform Jews as Jews at all.
| Some of EIE's young women and their mothers protesting for the right of women to pray openly at the Kotel in Jerusalem, which is still not accepted in Israeli society |
So what do I do after college? Do I stay in America, when I feel free to express myself as a queer liberal, or do I move to Israel, where I feel free to be a Jewish Zionist? These two parts of me shape my identity, and are relevant to the morals and values by which I live my day-to-day life. Where do I belong, and where is my true home?
I don't know. I miss Israel every second of every day, but being back in the US really is amazing. I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do, but I do know that these last 4 months were just the first of many trips to Israel, and that I will forever be learning and questioning. I'm not making any decisions yet; I guess time will tell, but for now, לא שלום, עבל להתראות (not goodbye, but until I see you again)...
| My classmates and I with our madrichim, standing at a statue that depicts the Jewish past and present, across the street from the Israeli government building. |