And so it begins...

It's a curious thing, the feeling you get just a day before going on a long journey. I feel an almost unbareable anxiety within my chest just thinking about all the things I will see and experience. Yet along with the anxiety comes a strange feeling, the longing to come home. You might ask "how can you long to come home when you haven't left?" Everything is changing, and I long for the comfort I had just the day, or week before. Now everything is packed, all the rooms are bare and the feeling of home has left. Along with the empty house, my mind is no longer set to go to work, day after day. I don't have to write any more papers, and the continuity of the "system" has ceased to exist. Joy and sorrow co-exist to create a bittersweet time in my life. I can't wait to find myself staring at Jerusalem, completely awestruck. But I must say, I miss my family so much already. Saying all the goodbyes was hard, but I had so much fun, the blessing outshined the goodbyes. All that to say, it is going to be a life changing experience for me, and I can't wait to share it with you all.