He was talking about the sunrise over Gaza, while I imagined the sunset over Jerusalem, while we all watched the glistening stars in Tel-Aviv. The four of us were standing there- what a funny sight! Me, sitting on the balcony railing, dressed all tznious, in a skirt that they could of never imagined me wearing. Ben, our Israeli solider, had finally gotten out of his navy uniform and joined me on the balcony. Sim, whose still trying to save the world, pulled up a seat next to us as he offered Heather his jacket. Look at us. We all went to EIE together three years ago. Together we were a group of great friends, in America we were scattered. And now, here we sit. We all came from the same place and are now in different worlds. I'm a baalat teshuva in seminary. Heather is in seminary too, but to figure out what she believes because her entire family became frum after she went to college. Ben, who we all knew would go to Tzahal, is sitting with us straight off the boat from gaza telling stories of his journeys. And Simcha, he's volunteering in Tel-Aviv working with Sudanese refugees and children. We all came from the same place, we are all on different paths, and we are all going to very different places. We are not the people we all were two-three years ago. But, boy, look at us all together now! And nonetheless in Israel, where we first met.
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