Dear Citizens of the World!
Welcome home! Yet again, I am making a new home in a new country and learning a new language.
Each time I fly into Tel Aviv, I see this retro sign welcoming immigrants during their "accent" to the homeland. Each time, I am reminded of my many homes around the world.
Being an expat...the notion of "home" takes on a new meaning. I once felt that the increasing number of homes was a wearing me thin by trying to be in many places at once. However, I now see it as an enriching experience -- the more you expand you physical horizons, the more you expand your inner horizons.
In any case...I am happy that my new home is not on a street with a name like this one:
Is that pronounced "Bear Sh*t"?
The United Statesian