Where did the time go???
Oh yea I remember, it went by while I was camping in Petra and Wadi Rum, learning how to debke with Bedouin’s, riding donkeys and camels, spending time in Cafes with my friends, eating food with my host family, swimming in the Red Sea, and a billion other things.
According to my ‘Holiday in Panama Countdown’ I have 7 days 9 hours 53 minutes and 30 seconds until my flight out of Jordan. *sad face*
I literarily feel like I’ve been bamboozled by Father Time and I am NOT ok with that. I wish I could stay here in Jordan longer! My host family asked me why won’t I stay another semester and I said, “um… I have to graduate on time but I’ll be back to visit I promise”. I truly do intend on coming back to Jordan, hopefully in the summer for my friends wedding (for which she has recruited a select few to do the ‘Single Ladies’ dance… if you met her you would understand the comedy behind it).
My experience in Jordan has been an amazing one and I still can’t believe it even happened. I wonder sometimes if I’m just having a really GOOD dream and that I’ll wake up any moment in Virginia.
Last night CIEE had a going away dinner and it clicked for me, then, that I was at the end of my journey in Jordan. I am dreading the day I head to the airport because I just know that I will be in absolute PIECES and I am NOT ready for the ‘re-entry culture shock’ that some experience after studying abroad.
Overall, I had a GREAT time in Jordan and I met amazing people many of which I know will be friends for a lifetime.
Sidenote: I am going to miss my Arabic professor Dr. Muna SOOOOO SO SO MUCH!!! And Dr. Rula, my Contemporary Arab Women Writers professor, mostly because she calls me brilliant every class but also because she makes very “off the wall” comments that make you reconsider how you feel about something which I love.
On another note: the Short Story that we had to write in my writers class were evaluated and returned and I received a 20/20 which only two students in the class received so excuse me for tooting my own horn for a second but I’m proud of myself so toot toot.
…my host mom is making a special lunch for guests we’re having so let me go be a good daughter and see if she needs help.
P.S.: Thanks to the influence of a friend I am now on Tumblr… Yes, I am now addicted so if your in for a laugh or occasional inspiration check it out at http://www.amariepink.tumblr.com