Just a Few More Days...

It’s been over a month since I’ve updated, and I’m really sorry for that. But now in the final stages of moving, you realize all of the things you have to do, and all of the people you want to spend time with. It’s not the best of times, but sometimes the best memories are made. Because these final moments are what you remember people by.

For me, looking back at all I’ve done in Jordan is a big mix. There’s a lot of good memories, a lot of proud ones, but then there’s a lot of sad ones throw in there too. I guess everyone has this. But when you move you get to see it in a new light. Instead of judging everything by how old I was, I remember it by where I was living at the time, and who I was with.

Right now, I only remember the small segments of conversation that I found hilarious, and the little tiny things my friends do that drive me insane. But I’ve realized that you don’t always remember the amazing trips to the Dead Sea and Petra, you remember the people that were with you and what you did with them. That’s why I think it’s going to be so hard to leave.

Jordan’s a great overseas post to be in. There are so many amazing things to do and see. But what I’m going to remember from my time here is the people. In small international schools like the one I go to, there aren’t a million people to choose from to be your friends. There’s usually four or five groups of people for you to hang out with. If I had been in America, I probably would never have talked to some of my best friends today because we are polar opposites. We all like different things, have different hobbies, listen to different music. But I’m closer to some of my friends here then I have ever been to my friends in America. That’s because we’re different, and we argue a ton, but our differences pull us together. As cliché as it sounds, these differences are what make us such amazing friends. And I think I’m going to miss that the most of all.

In under a week I will be living in Colorado. I will have a house and a car, I’ll get to see my dog Ike again (This will all be explained in another post, I’m going to backtrack through this last month) and I’ll start making friends and finding my way around. It’s not fun. It’s not easy. Just yesterday I had to say good-bye one of my closest friends that I’ve made in my whole life, and it was torture. But it all has to be done.

In under a week I’ll no longer live in Jordan. But I’ll never forget this place. It seems impossible. From the water shortages to the camels in the streets, this place has become my home just as much as all the places before it. And I’ll always treasure that.