Well, here I am. One syrupy, sad, happy, tearful, exciting week, and then I am home.
In a week (a very, very busy, one mind that), I’ll be on my flight back to Newark Airport, then Chicago, then MSP. It’s been a whirlwind of a journey and I’m not sure how I’m going to finish this column up because I don’t want to. I don’t want to see any of this end. I came to Israel to propel myself forward, to make some changes, to travel, to learn. I have done that. I’ve done exactly what I wanted to and now I don’t want to stop.
I can see everyone else on my program feel the same things. I see in my friends’ faces as we say goodbye to our academic teachers. My English class–we didn’t want to exit the room when we finished our last class with our teacher, Susan. Leaving the classroom means that it’s done. I myself almost cried when I finished my Econ final which is a funny thing because I thought I would hate the class. As I’m writing this, my roommate is starting to pack. It’s all coming so soon.
My 16th birthday is in 4 days, the last day of our last overnight trip. We are going up north to the lush, green Golan Heights and the Galilee, and then coming back to Jerusalem for one last weekend together. Then Sunday, it’s a visit to the Western Wall and off to the airport.
Although I’m excited to be home and back in my normal routine of working at THE GARAGE, writing, hanging out with friends and reading, I don’t want to lose any of the impact of being here. I don’t want to lose the imprint of my memories. I want to move forward with them in the palm of my hand. My fingerprint has traces of Israel in it now, and I’m certainly not washing my hands of it.
The playlist is short this week, because I want to focus on each song’s presence in my journey here. I hope all of you who have read this have enjoyed hearing about my experiences. This is Sararosa signing off of iPod Abroad.
“Hallelujah (Cover)” by Jeff Buckley
I know I mentioned this song in one of my first posts, but it connects to so many experiences I have had here. Our first trip in the desert, three days into the program, we were singing this song under a thick net of stars, mimicking a counselor of ours, singing “Where’s Elisha? Where’s Elisha?” I remember a small glass cup of sweet tea in my hands, still hot from the fire. Fast forward to Poland, during our Saturday night there, we did Havdallah, a service transitioning from the weekend to the week in this tune. A couple other Jewish groups joined us there in a square in Krakow, bringing Jewish life back to a place where it was almost destroyed.
“Sifters” by Andrew Bird
On a lighter note, I am notorious in my dorm room for playing music when my roommates really don’t want me to. One night my roommate Emily said the funniest thing and even though small, it has kinda stayed with me throughout the whole program. “You know Sararosa, I think I’ve come to tell what mood you are in by what music you play. This song, it’s been on for days.” I do admit, I always come back to it.
“Some Nights” by Fun.
All I can say is that this song has been used for too many projects in our Israel Core Course class. One time was too many. Two times, scary. Three times, I become insufferable.