I can't believe it's already been a month since I was bidding farewell to the Holy Land. I'm not going to lie, I am definitely going through plenty of 'Post Jerusalem Depression,' as it was deemed by our professors.
Now, as I read about the Middle East daily in the news, I am doomed to picture the streets I walked, the people I met, and the life I had in Israel.
Of course I miss it. I always will.
But I have to pick up, move on, and always treasure how Jerusalem changed me for the better.