My first Shabbos up in Binghamton, I had this strange feeling inside of me when I walked in through the main doors of Chabad.
At first I thought that this feeling was homesickness, but as the night went on, I realized that this feeling was not a feeling of missing home, it was a feeling of being at home. The entire Slonim family opened up their arms and hearts to me, and as soon as I walked my Judaism. It will be hard to find an atmosphere as special as Chabad’s.