Soon enough, my qualms were set aside. Everything was right. As I stepped off the bus at each stop and explored what every place had to offer, I was filled with awe. Cities, such as Las Vegas and Houston, wowed me with their differences from my native New York and taught me what they had to offer. I suddenly held a place in my heart for the places that none of my family and friends had ever even dreamed about like the Corn Palace in South Dakota and the outrageously large “FREE” stamp located outside of Cleveland, Ohio. The group of people whom I was traveling with certainly increased the level of positivity I associated with the experience. Judaism, our commonality, brought us together and allowed us to create a tight-knit community. Everyone was willing to be open and listen to one another. For once, I felt comfortable with my surroundings; I felt as if I had belonged
Through my eyes, the world had grown exponentially in size. I was just one person and I realized the opportunities that our planet had given to me. I can travel, climb, eat, ride, and do anything I dream about. I have the power to create meaningful connections and relationships with people, if I set my mind to it. I am confident that Judaism will remain an important value and guide me throughout the rest of my life. My trek across America was a journey was an experience to see new places and meet new people. Most importantly, this journey was my time to grow and soar.