Away I Went and Away I Came

I went away. Across the pond. Over the seas. And I would be lying if I said I left and found myself. Now to say that wasn’t my goal, would also be a lie. No, you see I left with all intention of finding myself and I came back having found a family. A new family of misfits whom I shall love with all my heart till the end time.

I went with my whole broken heart bared for all to see and somehow they thought that endearing. You see I had nothing to lose, because at the end of the day I was only with them for a short six months and if I made a complete and utter fool of myself? Well I would be coming back and wouldn’t have to see a single one of them ever again. Isn’t it funny, that very thought is now the fear that keeps me up at night. Poetic justice at its finest don’t you think?

I found that if you look at the night sky, the stars only look slightly different. Don’t get me wrong, they're still the same stars as far as Israel however it all looks just a little bit not right. Things will just feel just a little out of place halfway around the world, including yourself.

I found that there really are people out there who will love you at your worst and push you just enough at your best. There are people who will see you ugly cry till you feel like you have new eyes and will still insist that you go get snacks for lectures the next day. They will see you laugh yourself into a headache and just smile because they’ve come to find it comforting and a part of the weekly routine. They will become perently protective when you give yourself a concussion (again) and will also still want you to come to the party because they don’t want you to miss out.

And when you find yourself crying, weeping totally and completely wrecked by the inexplicably intense news from home. They will only hold you. Knowing the exact time to tell you that it’s going to be okay. And once you’ve been knit back together they will offer you some chocolate. Because in their words when doesn’t a little chocolate help?


I went away not knowing what I would find. Only knowing the pull to go, the pull to go find what I was promised.

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  1. KatieH.March 18, 2020 at 4:46 PM

    This makes my heart so happy! Thank you for sharing a piece of your heart and soul on this blog that others can relate to. I love you <3

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