At the exact moment my rear end hit the dark green cushioned seat of the straight-backed wooden chair in Dr. Greenberg’s waiting room “Hatikvah,” the Israeli national anthem, began playing on a small beige radio. “Hatikvah” commemorates the establishment of the longed-for homeland for the Jewish people. I was astonished by the synchronicity of the anthem sounding at just that moment. At twenty-five, I was in desperate need of a place to call home. Though I believed therapy was for very disturbed people, I was so miserable and at sea that I was ready to try it.