At this time next week, I will be home.
I don't really know what to say. I can't wrap my head around the idea that my life is about to change drastically. I can't process the fact that this stage of my life is over and I can never return to it. I can't believe that it's almost over.
I can't imagine taking the pictures off my walls - they're my walls! I don't want to clean out my closet for next year's incoming class - it's my closet! My bed! My room! My apartment! My seminary! Mine! Mine! MINE!
In some ways, I'm antsy to go home. I haven't seen my family in a year. I miss having my own room. I miss my mom's food and my dad's bracha (blessing) every Friday night and stealing my sisters' clothes.
But I'm going to miss having philisophical discussions with my roommates until 2 AM and eating breakfast with my apartment-mates and sitting in shiur with my classmates and chatting with my teachers in the hallways during breaks and the fruit store down the street and the boardwalk where I run and the whimsical houses in the neighborhood and women in headcoverings and long skirts and men with kippas and tzitzit in the street and the shuk on Friday morning and the central bus station on Friday afternoon...
I wish I could write something meaningful and reflective. I wish this post could contain something intelligent or at least coherent. But my thoughts are too scrambled.
I can't believe that it's almost over.