Back from Israel.

I loved the trip--I loved Israel. I loved being somewhere unique to me but so not unique to the world around me in my daily life. It was hot, but there was history and a strange juxtaposition of hot pants and orthodoxy. Finally, I loved the coming home. Nothing is quite as fulfilling as that last two minutes of a plane ride when all you can think of is how wonderful it is going to be to sleep in your own bed and eat your own food. Nothing makes you appreciate the ordinary like a break from it.

However, I would very much not classify the trip as a vacation. Without a doubt, this was NOT a vacation. I came back more confused about my religion, my God, and m beliefs than I have ever felt. For the first time, I was challenged in that arena. Moreover, it was a lot of lectures, a lot of thinking--the kind of thinking I haven't necessarily done since I left school. Either way, I didn't come back refreshed or relaxed but, thankfully enough, I'm pretty sure I'm over the jet-lag.

Now, it all returns with a rush. Who to call? When to go into work? What to do next? How to do it? I feel slightly overwhelmed with a project at work. And I'm trying to book a venue, and find a time to go to DC and do 10,000 other things before I go back to work. I'm pretty sure that they're not all going to happen, not in the slightest. But, that's alright in the end, I think.... Either way, I return.