Home?

I am home...I think. I didn't realize just how much Jerusalem felt like home until I left it. Some days I wake up and wonder if it was all a dream. I miss it alot. But there are things to move forward with here, so I'll suck it up and quit trying to fall back asleep.

Today I re-packed my whole life and determined what I could and couldn't live without. I have always prided myself on ability to throw stuff away, but as the years go on I grow more prone to sentimental objects. Why do we have to have so many things? I get tired of it all, and yet I continue to drag them around with me. What I really need to come to grips with is the fact that I simply won't be able to remember everything, and no matter how many things I take with me, there will still be forgotten pieces somewhere. I hate forgetting. I hope heaven is full of everything I forget.

Now that I'm back to normal life, I'm back to my old habits of planning light years ahead (and then sitting back and watching it all go out the window) and figuring out what I'm doing with my life. I've reverted back to the plan of applying for the teaching program. I figure I've got nothing to lose, so I might as well see if I can get in. Plans for another study abroad are already being dreamed up as I type, but I don't see it coming to fruition. Besides, I don't know that anything could top Jerusalem. Gah I miss it. Alot.