When I walked off the plane in New York, it was a reverse culture shock. I had been living in Israel for the past five months. I was living in a modern second world country where there are skyscrapers, a thriving economy, and an amazing Jewish population and land. I walked off the plane in New York and saw snow. This was so weird because I haven’t seen snow in five months. I haven’t seen large buildings and bridges like the Empire State Building or the Brooklyn Bridge. It was weird to hear people speak English when all I heard was Hebrew for the past five months.
The weirdest thing of all was that now Trump is the president of the US. For some reason, I can ignore it in Israel. Here, everywhere I go, there is protest against it. Believe me, I am all for it, but it is so strange. I never seen America so divided. I wish I could go back to ignore it but I can’t. I must face it. I wish he wasn’t our president. He is definitely not my president. He is so racist, sexist, and the most non-sentimental president we have ever had. It makes me want to runaway back to Israel.
The point I am trying to make is that it is weird to be back in America. It is a reverse culture shock. I loved Israel and it has felt like my second home. I am Jewish and I felt like I found my Jewish identity there. I connected to God and the people who lived there in so many ways. I made the most amazing friends. I feel in love with who I was as a Jew and a human being. This is something that will stay with me for the rest of my life.
I know that as I am back in America now. I wish I could fly back but I must face this strange America. I must face the protests against Trump. I must stand up and fight for what is right now. I must be present in the moment. I know must bring my Jewish identity with me wherever I go because I love being Jewish.