05 January 2015
During my NFTY experience, one prominent factor has been present throughout: hugging. It’s a physical sign of the mishpacha, the family, we have formed together. NFTY Convention 2013 was no exception. I hugged my sister when we finally landed in LA after five hours of traveling, three time zones, and one layover. I hugged someone I’d never met before in the airport and who I couldn’t stop talking to on the bus. Amidst joyous reunions at the hotel, I hugged my friends from NFTY-PAR, HUC weekends, Kutz, and all the other friends I’d made at URJ programs over the years.