“Ding!” And immediately the belts were undone. Ten of them, at least, simultaneously unlatched. One man shoots up, his tsitsit swaying, as he opens up the bin above his head to pull out his suitcase. A woman next to me opens her overhead bin, and down fall blankets on to Eyttan’s head and lap.

It’s just these little things, I remember, that remind me I’ve left my place of comfort. I’m going somewhere old, but still new. What will I find, and what will I refind? Will memories of 7 year ago awaken, or lie dormant? Who knows. But I am headed away, to an unfamiliar place that I might like, or might not. My head leads me in one direction, but will my heart advise another?

We’ve hit 10,000 feet, and already I know I’m no longer home.