Egypt Sounds Good Today

So I find myself wanting to go back to Egypt. But I don't feel like an Israelite. I feel like a woman who had roots and never recognized it til now. I feel like a woman who had 2 hard months a year, not 5. I feel like a woman who wants to smell her roses and put her hands in the dirt...in April. I feel like a woman who had friends who called and spent time together. I feel like a woman who goes to Home Depot with her man to get fertilizer in January and pool supplies in March. I feel like a woman who could swing on her amazing swing that her sweet man gave her.. for months. I feel like a woman who bought flip flips and wore them. I feel like a woman who went to Trader Joe's. I feel like a woman who went to jazz concerts and listened to smooth jazz on the radio. I feel like a woman who could drive 3 hours to see her sister and 8 to see T's family.

We left why?