I hope you're wrong, too!
Every year, at this time, since I've been saved, I longed to see the feast of trumpets be the fulfillment, that year.
Sadly, many years have come and gone, and it did not happen that year, on that day.
It's like for centuries, the Jews in the Diaspora lamented in hope, "Next year in Jerusalem!"
Many of us in a similar way, when the feast passes, and we are still here, quietly lament in hope, "Next year in the clouds!"