Yay! I'm about to walk into my last listening test, and then I will be finished with Arabic for the semester. So happy! I love this language but I'm just Arabic-ed right out. I am ready for a break. It's almost done though...so what more could I ask for?
I went to my usual coffee shop today and had my very last white hot chocolate, using up my last free drink while I'm here. He tried to give me to punches back on a new card, and I said no...I'm going home. How bittersweet are those words?
I knew I'd love it here. I knew that there'd be a selection of things that I could so go without, such as the lack of punctuality, and the overall lack of cleanliness. But still...there are so many things I'm going to miss. While a burka would make me crazy...seeing the variety of dress here, from conservative burkas to the westernized Christian Jordanians...there was so much variety here. I have appreciated the personal growth I've experienced. This ranges from a better definition of myself, to a wider view of the world and potential of that could be.
I have not been a person who has never left my home town and have no idea how the world might be different a few thousand miles from my parents house. I have lived in Washington D.C. and I have lived in Miami. I've traveled to Australia and now been the Middle East. I know that there's a whole world of things that I don't know about. But, as my world view continues to evolve, I continue the quest of discovering exactly how much I do not know, and how much more there is to discover.
Jordan is like half way going back in time to relive the decade of the eighties. Yes, we have internet...there was no internet in the eighties. But people were not sue happy in the eighties, and they don't even bother to try to protect against that here. I watched a janitor mop up some spilled coke from I don't even know when, and did not put up a caution sign that it was wet there. People smoke everywhere, which might be more of a seventies thing, especially when you combine it with some of the ancient cars driving around. My listening test came from a cassette tape, and I was halfway surprised my young classmates even knew what a cassette was.
I spent the night for the last night at Feda'as house. I think she is hoping to talk me into coming again, but I don't think that I'm going to. Tonight, I have plans, and tomorrow as well. Then, my mom will be there and that will be the end of that. Soon, this next week will be over, and I can go home. Oh, how sweet that will be.
I know I am pretty much a part of that family, even though I will be leaving them soon. The guest treatment is long gone, and the inconsiderate stuff we always do to the one's we love most happens all the time now. I'm going to so miss these people. I hope that one day I get to come back and visit with them again. Oh, how bitter sweet goodbye's really are.
I went to my usual coffee shop today and had my very last white hot chocolate, using up my last free drink while I'm here. He tried to give me to punches back on a new card, and I said no...I'm going home. How bittersweet are those words?
I knew I'd love it here. I knew that there'd be a selection of things that I could so go without, such as the lack of punctuality, and the overall lack of cleanliness. But still...there are so many things I'm going to miss. While a burka would make me crazy...seeing the variety of dress here, from conservative burkas to the westernized Christian Jordanians...there was so much variety here. I have appreciated the personal growth I've experienced. This ranges from a better definition of myself, to a wider view of the world and potential of that could be.
I have not been a person who has never left my home town and have no idea how the world might be different a few thousand miles from my parents house. I have lived in Washington D.C. and I have lived in Miami. I've traveled to Australia and now been the Middle East. I know that there's a whole world of things that I don't know about. But, as my world view continues to evolve, I continue the quest of discovering exactly how much I do not know, and how much more there is to discover.
Jordan is like half way going back in time to relive the decade of the eighties. Yes, we have internet...there was no internet in the eighties. But people were not sue happy in the eighties, and they don't even bother to try to protect against that here. I watched a janitor mop up some spilled coke from I don't even know when, and did not put up a caution sign that it was wet there. People smoke everywhere, which might be more of a seventies thing, especially when you combine it with some of the ancient cars driving around. My listening test came from a cassette tape, and I was halfway surprised my young classmates even knew what a cassette was.
I spent the night for the last night at Feda'as house. I think she is hoping to talk me into coming again, but I don't think that I'm going to. Tonight, I have plans, and tomorrow as well. Then, my mom will be there and that will be the end of that. Soon, this next week will be over, and I can go home. Oh, how sweet that will be.
I know I am pretty much a part of that family, even though I will be leaving them soon. The guest treatment is long gone, and the inconsiderate stuff we always do to the one's we love most happens all the time now. I'm going to so miss these people. I hope that one day I get to come back and visit with them again. Oh, how bitter sweet goodbye's really are.
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