04/08/2024
I wrote this back in December, getting on a plane to come back to Israel after a trip to Denver. Enjoy...
Some sort of alchemy occurs walking down the jetway at Logan Int'l to the El Al 787 which is sitting on the ramp, flaps set, and ready to take us on our journey home.
When we inch up in line at the concourse and approach the ticket scanning kiosk we are citizens of the world. All of us walking our path and interacting with the world as we do.
And as we pass the aircraft doors with emergency opening instructions written on the outside in both English and Hebrew we walk in to a big family reunion with all of its loving and sometimes claustrophobic warmth.
There are the relatives who are so happy to see everyone, the relatives who sit in stoic silence, the relatives who want to catch up with everyone's news, and the relatives who only want to hang out with the people they're tight with. There are the relatives who are fun to hang out with and the ones that are a bit cringy. There are the relatives we want to talk to and get to know better and the relatives who make us want to walk the other way.
There are a lot of relatives we don't know but that's ok because we know we're related. We don't even know their names but we know that we would trust them to watch our most treasured belongings like our carry on bags or even our children (at least for a couple minutes) because they're family and that goes deep.
The same dynamics present in our immediate families replicate themselves on a bigger scale. The inspiringly lovely things that give us long term hope for this family along with the frustrating behavior that makes us wonder how this many people in our family were functional enough to get themselves in to the same place at the same time.
I'm sitting in a seat on a 787 in Boston surrounded by people who care about me.
I'm surrounded by people who care about me.
My family cares about me.