Tomorrow I head over to Newark airport for my flight to Israel. 8 hours in a small aircraft, and finally we'll touch down in a place I've never been before. I'm terrified and excited. The feeling reminds me of my favorite lines in "The Lake" by Edgar Allan Poe.
"..Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight
And a feeling undefined,
Springing from a darkened mind"
I haven't finished packing; the piles are across my bedroom floor. I'm going out emergency shopping this afternoon for stupid things like an umbrella and some stickers for my water bottles. I still don't know how to use my camera (learning by doing is my philosophy, although I'm starting to regret not reading the book as of this morning).
I'm having these weird feelings like I should stay here, but there's no going back now, I suppose. I guess I'm just like this because leaving my friends is saddening like no other activity. I won't have to really come to terms with it until I go through security at the airport, though. Sandy and my mother will be there to wave me off-I hope it's not too emotional a scene; I'm not so good at goodbyes.
(will finish this later-my friends are at the door)
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