Crazy at it seems, I'm quickly reaching the end of the adventure I've been calling life in Israel. In less than 150 days I'll be heading back to the United States of America. Given, yes, that's still more than four months of living here on the far side. But that's four months, compared to almost seven that I've already been here for.
Tomorrow we begin a four-day colloquium on campus to assess what has gone on here, how it's affected us, how we may have changed, how to incorporate our lives/experiences here into the American Jewish experience, and what the hell this all means.
I am, as you may know, extremely excited to be moving to New York. Since the day last June when I found out that I was placed on the New York campus I have said, and meant, that going to New York will make leaving israel a lot easier. But still, as much fun and crazy and amazing as New York will be, it still won't be Israel.
This place has become such a laboratory for me and my classmates to experiment and grow and change and stay exactly the same. We've been exposed to so many different ideas, so many different options, it's impossible to count them all.
For a while now I've maintained to many that I really haven't changed all that much at all in the half-year I've been in this crazy country. But now I realize I how wrong I am. I have changed - drastically. Not on the outside, but on the inside. Being so surrounded, so intimately, with so many different expressions of Judaism and Jewishness for so long has forced me to more definitely figure out my thoughts and certainties; I have been pushed, unknowingly, to become more confidant in what I do and why I do it, more certain that what I understand and know is right and real.
Bu then I take a step back. What am I thinking about? I'm still here for so long. I can't wait to go home and get on a subway, and see the San Diego sun. I haven't changed, everything is the same.
Everything...
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