Pessach

For all those of you who ever considered me selfish, never does anyone any favours, you now stand corrected: for two and a half weeks (and Sonya bears witness to this) I have been battling with myself and asking many people for advice on whether or not I should come home for Pessach. My reasons for not going were:
1.) It's MY year in Israel. I'm about to spend another four in America, I want to stay here as long as possible.
2.) I don't want to go home. I only have bad memories of Chicago, and I'm not too anxious to dive in head-first into two weeks of painful memories.
3.) Papa will work, the Older Ones will be gone after the first Yom Tov (fine, except Batya), and (I know you all don't want to hear this but do I give a damn?) the attention I crave that I will get from everyone will last maybe the first two days of Yom Tov and then revert to Tsiona or just go back to the usual amount of attention I get from all of you.

My reason for going home were:
1.) Ema and Papa will have to pay a penalty if I don't use my open ticket.
2.) I don't know when I'll see Papa next.
3.) I didn't come home for Sukkot and Ema was mad and Papa was sad. (hey, that rhymes!)
4.) Aliza doesn't deserved to be punished along with the Older Ones.
4.) When will I see everyone else together next?

I consulted a few rabbanim because that's what I thought was best and in the end decided to come home.