Week 1: I want to Remember

I want to remember my pre-Jeru party with the Olsens.

I want to remember driving to Provo with my parents and spending a few too many hours in a conference room with 81 new best friends.

I want to remember my hectic night of packing that involved a few tears and a bit of frustration.

I want to remember driving to the airport with trepidation and feeling to nervous to eat.

I want to remember the scale hitting exactly 50 lbs. Not one ounce over or under!

I want to remember going through security with the missionaries since I was the last student to go through.

I want to remember the long flight, the movies (Captain America and Inception), the sleeping, and the overall excitement.

I want to remember being the first student on the bus to see the Jerusalem Center as we rounded the bend.

I want to remember being greeted by my professors' families, especially all 13 adorable kids. 

I want to remember the first gorgeous sunset over the city.

I want to remember the overwhelming amount of reading involved with every single class.

I want to remember the sensory overload known as the Old City.

I want to remember the "Lucky Judd Bus" and our Jerusalem songs.

I want to remember the spirit hymns bring to any situation.

I want to remember getting lost in the city with the Reeds, Nicole, and Laurann.

I want to remember finding the Chamber of Secrets.

I want to remember feeling completely inadequate after being called to be an FHE group leader.

I want to remember the Sabbath: the testimonies, lessons, seeing and talking to Patrick, and meeting Aya.

I want to remember writing songs with my roommates, talking to my roommates, and just my roommates in general.

I want to remember Father Leo's kindness and help at St. Anne's Church.

I want to remember becoming family in just 1 week.

I want to remember the hospitality the local people have shown me in helping me find my way, explaining the significance of Holy sites, and just being kind.

This has been a week worth remembering. I doubt I will ever have the time to write (in e-mail, on this blog, or in my journal) about each of these things separately. So, for my own sake, I hope that a one line blurb will be enough to spark my memory in some future day.