I am on the plane. Jerusalem bound. It is weird to think that only seven years ago, I was on this same flight with my family, moving to England. That was the first time I'd ever written in a journal. The first time I'd left everything I knew and simply relied on trust. Who would have imagined I'd be at this same place but with so many different prospects and adventures ahead of me. A tremor of uncertain and, could it be, fear? underly the excitement and anticipation. A solid bank of rolling white clouds under me makes me feel as though I am looking over a snow covered valley. Untouched, just waiting for the rest of my life to be detailed upon its surface. The sun is now rising. A new chapter has begun.
