Well. I'm moving to Israel in 7 days. You'd expect that to be followed by "nervous" or "excited", but neither applies. I'm just engaged in longing over that.
Frankly, my strongest emotions are coming from a deep personal expectation of failure I recently became aware of, and some family information I stumbled on that I don't know quite how to handle and is making me kind of sad, especially as I am leaving soon.
And I'm imaging most of you won't really understand this/think this is ridiculous, but a deep sense of longing for G-d is just kind of resonating in the background, peaking occasionally.
I have led the high school bible study at my church for almost 2 years now, and in many ways I became an integral part of the backbone of our youth; the Wednesday night became very tight knit, (among many things, my mentor died in April, and we met in his house, and still meet in his widow's house, a woman who cried with me tonight as I shared with her after the group had left), and tonight was the time before last that I leave. That, you would expect, would be mildly emotional, but the only intense emotions I felt during that time were during worship.
I was touched, later, when I saw that a girl had given me $250 for my trip. I didn't look at the wad of cash until I got home later, though. Remembered her face as she told me she would give more if she could, remembered her hug (friend, nothing more).
I can't help but feel unworthy, you know? How wonderful friendship is.
I'm not sad to leave them, though I worry about the leadership balance in my absence. I care about these kids, and worry that the woman who will be most in charge, while having many good attributes, is absolutely 100% S, and thus unable to be intuitive where needed in group leadership.
It results in a lot of heaviness, I guess. It's nice to be able to stop at times like this, and just dwell on G-d, and let everything else fade away, as I realize nothing else matters.
I have a tiny bit of a lingering hope/thrill over a relationship I built up with a girl in Kentucky over the summer (native Texan at heart, though,

, but that's not very intense at the moment.
Busy, also, a lot. Meeting with lots of people in these last days before I leave. Lots of goodbyes. Lots of errands I need to run, tasks I need to complete, so a mild burden there. Maybe a larger burden than I'm allowing myself to really feel.
That impending expectation to fail again.
Constantly pleasantly reminded of the ipod someone gave to me, as I use it often (lectures get about equal listening time as music).
(Won't this thread make for some fantastically interesting reading later? As said previously, it's like a blog, but this blog is written by many authors, all INTP. Interesting concept. Anyone want to start such a blog?)
.L