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

“Wow, you live in Eretz Yisrael! So nice. It’s so special you’re sacrificing so much for your husband’s growth. Where does your husband learn?”

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.