I want to start this article by apologizing. I would really love to write a cheerful article on just about any subject. That is not to be so. But one thing I can promise you is that it is a story with a happy ending, because I am writing about the Jewish nation and we all know that those who sow in tears shall reap in joy.

Six-and-a-half months ago my family moved to Gush Katif to strengthen the people of Gush Katif and our hold on the Land of Israel.

Actually, I do not see a difference in these two purposes. Rather, I see them as two intertwined and inseparable beliefs. The Land of Israel and the people of Israel. Three weeks ago my family was thrown out of our home and land in the settlement of Shirat Hayam along with 18 other families, who had become like family to us. Unlike other friends from Gush Katif, I have a house in Elon Moreh. I am not homeless. I am not a refugee in the literal sense of the word. Then why do I feel like I am?