||[Sep. 11th, 2007|10:14 pm]
Tomorrow, I will attend my High Holy Day services (Jewish New Year, as big as Christmas) at a new temple for the first time in my life. |
It will be weird not sitting next to Laura, behind David, and near the Wrubles. It will be weird not going down to check on the little kids and solve whatever problems "my kids" are causing. It will be weird not having to "make the rounds" before services start.
I love High Holy Days because I love going to my temple year after year. I love seeing the same people year after year, even if I never see them during the rest of the year. I love knowing every nook and cranny of my temple. I love feeling so comfortable and loved in my temple community.
I have this weird feeling right now, a combination of the automatic response of excitement that High Holy Days are coming up, and the absolute terror I feel at going by myself.