Still a Sacrifice

If got a shekel every time I had the above conversation, I’d probably own a 30-meter apartment on the 14th floor of some old building in the Romema area by now.

This question always hits me hard.

Of course, you don’t know this; you’re simply making conversation.

But it hurts.

Because I was once that girl, ready to sacrifice all that was familiar and comfortable in America to support my husband’s Torah learning.

And now?

I still make sacrifices, but of a vastly different type.