I am in Eretz Yisroel.
I am surrounded by yidden.
I live in our Holy Land, the one G-d promised to Avraham and Yitzchak and Yaakov.
I live in this holiest land that Moshe Rabbeinu, our teacher, leader and faithful shepherd burned with desire and yearning to step foot in.
And I live here. I have stepped foot on its soil, drank its waters, breathed its air.
I live in Eretz Yisroel.
My heart hurts from emotion. I am about to cry. My stomach twists.
Me? Chava? In the beautiful, ageless, timeless Eretz Yisroel?
May it be His will that I always be worthy of this reality.