Last night, I sat on my living room couch with a question flashing across my brain as bright as neon: “What did I DO?!” Ladies and gentlemen, I am officially having buyer’s remorse. For those of you who don’t know, buyer’s remorse is the feeling of regret or panic after making a major purchase–a house, say, or a car–or in this case, a huge, life-changing move across the globe. Our decision to come to Israel was a quick one, but it wasn’t impulsive; it was actually five years in the making. Still, it feels like I set a whirlwind tearing through my life. This is not to say that I am unhappy here–I am so enjoying my learning and the adventure of being someplace new–but there is also a part of me that misses the States, misses my family, and regrets pushing off that feeling of being “settled” for one more year. I know this is all part of the adjustment process and that, one day at a time, I’ll ease a little bit more into life here. For today, the emotions are up and I just need to ride them out.