14 days until I reach the promised land

It's finals week at Drexel, and between studying for Art History and Microeconomics, writing a proposal to reform Philadelphia's public school system, and saying my goodbyes to friends and California-bound boyfriend, I've had a lot to think about lately. Israel seems so far away, and not just geographically. I hope these next two weeks build up to an amazing experience that I can't possibly imagine.

I want to float in the salty Dead Sea, climb Mt. Masada, bargain at the Shuk, sleep under the stars in the Negev, dine in a Bedouin tent, and press a prayer deep into a nook in the Western Wall. I want to see the sun shine off of the golden Dome of the Rock, walk through the Jewish Quarter in Jerusalem, and swim in the Mediterranean.

It still hasn't hit me yet, that I'll be going to a place I've been longing to visit. It might not happen until I'm packing, or when I'm on the plane, or when I finally set foot on Israeli soil. Until then, I'll be happily awaiting my adventure.