I’ll be going to New York to spend the night in a hotel room to ensure that I’m on time for the next day
The next day is the real game changer. That’s the day that I’ll go back to the airport, bright and early, to meet my birthright group. I feel like it’s impossible. Like it’s not really happening.
Part of me is terrified. I’ve been going through a real crazy amount of bad health stuff in the past few weeks which has finally found an equilibrium. What is that going to be like during travel? When I’m out of control of my meals and my day?
But, y’know? God is taking me into their hands. They will hold me and give me the grace I need for this experience.
For now, it’s packing. Deciding how I’m going to fit everything into my suitcase and carry-on, figuring out which clothes to even bring, making sure I have all of the paperwork I need, the materials I need to make the plane ride fly by.
I’m trying to internalize the lessons of my program, remain present in the NOW and what I’m currently experiencing. It’s incredibly difficult with the immense excitement driving my stomach into my throat. I’m almost amazed that anyone expects me to get any work done this week.
But I’ve already written one paper and need to write at least one more before the end, preferably two. I need to print out the homework for class the week we get back; the plan is to read it during downtime in Israel. I’m excited to blog about the whole thing.
I’m babbling, likely because I want to talk to someone but have no one to do that with right now. I’ll spare y’all the neurosis.