Growing up as a Conservative Jew in a suburb of Detroit, I knew the basics about Judaism and Israel.
I attended Hillel Day School, celebrated holidays, went to shul, and believed in God.
But at 17, my dad passed away and I pushed my religion aside.
Ten years later, the economic crisis hit and I found myself with a Masters degree but no job.
While trying to figure out my next steps, an email popped into my inbox about a 10 month program in Israel where I could explore the country and also gain teaching experience, something that would look great on my resume.
I decided that I had abandoned my roots for long enough...