Nearing the End

    It is hard to believe that nearly three months have flown by. Without my noticing, I have whizzed past countless classes, Shevet activities, gym sessions, and nighttime outings. The quotidian rhythm of life is nearing a halt, as finals rear their ugly heads. Unfortunately, I am leaving Jerusalem: the epitome of Jewish existence. Fortunately, I am headed to MADA in Rishon LeTzion, thereby fulfilling my hunger for helping the State of Israel through my labor.
    As I meditate on the past months, I struggle to detect specific moments wherein I have been happy. I remember the mundane things: walking through corridors, going shopping with friends, casual conversations with friends my favorite haunts in Jerusalem. The things that spring to mind most clearly are those that I shared with the newest members of my life. Never could I have imagined that there would be so many people eager to make friends, to establish a connection, on this program. The concept that there are so many young adults around me who I am excitedly getting to know and slowly feeling more and more comfortable with is unbelievable.
    With a heavy heart, I leave the memories of Jerusalem and its inhabitants behind. I will forever have wonderful memories of Achsaniat Yehuda, of Jaffa street, of the Old City. Disregarding my hesitancies of past, I am delving into the next three months with a renewed effort. I must make it as if I have just arrived in Israel and have not been jaded yet. I refuse to capitulate by assuming an indifferent behavior. Instead, I hope to revitalize my excitement and passion for what Israel has to offer me. I simply cannot wait.