By Corey Rudman, Bus 18
Hello to all. My name is Corey Rudman. In contemplating what to write for this very blog post that you, the parents, are currently reading, I had a variety of options to choose from; I could’ve written about the past week in a basic format, write a recipe, or a whole variety of other things. Instead, I have elected to write a poem, with the genre being open. In all honesty, I have written this very quickly, in an effort to return to the free time I have given up to write this very poem.
As I sit in a floating chair, in a kibbutz outside of Tel Aviv, I can’t help but contemplate the speed of time. No sooner had I landed in Israel, blinking my eyes, did I come to understand that suddenly we have but a week left. So much has occurred, and yet it feels like so little. The time we have spent in various activities has been lovely, but the time I have enjoyed the most is the time with my friends. It’s the little things that matter, I often hear people say, but it takes experiencing the little things to understand this often cliche phrase. As I continue to write this poem-like trail of thoughts, I look at my friends surrounding me, giggling, talking, kibitzing like the good Jewish children we are, and I despise the fact that we will have to be separate so soon. These are the years that are so important in the foundation of who we are as people, and I am so lucky that I get to grow into the person I will one day become among all of my peers on this trip. As I finish up whatever it is I have just written, I will end with a phrase that means a lot to my friends and me: “How lucky I am to have something that makes goodbyes too hard.”
