So, We're In Colorado.

After a fourteen hour flight to Chicago, a night close to the border of Wisconsin, four nights in Wisconsin, and a two hour flight to Denver.

But I've let out some parts.

Our flight was delayed by nine hours, so instead of taking off from Jordan at 10 a.m., we had to drive home, wait, and come back at 7 p.m. And our flight had no layover, so we had to sit for fourteen hours next to some very loud people.

When we (finally) got to Chicago, we drove to a hotel, and fell asleep around four in the morning.

Then, we drove up the border to Milwaukee, my dad's home town, and stayed with my uncle, aunt, and cousin.

They took us to a Brewers game.

But I am the only Rockies fan in my family, so luckily, they didn't play against the Rockies.

Then, we got to go to a NASCAR race.

That's right, a NASCAR race. And it was awesome! It was a road course, so in the end, when the driver's got agressive, there were lots of crashes on the turn we watched from. There were 2 Green and White Checkered Flags. Then, the car that was in the lead ran out of gas, along with several other cars, so it ended up being a race of who had enough gas to finish.

But, we didn't slow down our Wisconsin fun, we went to the Milwaukee Zoo, famous for it's Chimpanzees, witch we forgot to go see. Now aren't we smart?

Then, on our last full day in Wisconsin, I went to a guitar store with my parents to buy me a new guitar, while my brother went to see Cars 2 with my cousin and aunt. I found a guitar, and we went to Best Buy to get me my late Birthday present, a camera, so now I will actually put in pictures with my posts! But, all the America photos will have to wait. Sorry.

And now we're in Colorado, the place I like to think of as home, even though I've never lived here. I'm staying at my uncle and aunt's house along with their one year old Jude. Who I love to pieces.

So, in the past week, I've been to a Target, Wal-Mart, Kohls, Panera Bread, Mc'Donalds, (okay, they have those in Jordan, but still, it's a Mc'Donalds), Taco Bell, Bass Pro Shops, REI, and so many more.

I really love America.

Lunar Eclipse

Well, June 15th wasn't just my birthday, it was the day of a Lunar Eclipse. I don't know if you could see it in America, but it was beautiful. And, I'm sorry I don't have any pictures. I was at my friend's house for an End-of-the-School-Year Party, and didn't bring a camera. Instead, I watched the whole thing with all my friends in a field near her house, with a fire, making S'mores.

S'mores are a treat here. I mean, they're a treat anywhere, but especially here. There's no real camping spots to make your own fire at, and even though you can always see people with their own fires right besides the street, I'm not entirely comfortable with that idea. So we have to wait for that lucky moment when there's actually a good location. And then you have to find the supplies, which is even harder.

You can find Hrshey's chocolate after a couple minutes, and marshmellow's are probably the easiest. But the are no Graham Crackers.

Seriously.

For the two years we've been here we have not been able to find one box of Graham Crackers. The only kind we've found, is the honey flavored ones, at the Grocery Store at the embassy. We've tried making S'mores with them, but it's just not the same, and it doesn't feel right, so instead, we completely change S'mores to a roasted marshmallow and a Diestive Cracker.

I don't know if they have them in the States, maybe they do, but I don't remember seeing them. They're just cookie like things covered on one side with milk chocolate. They're delicious, and with them, I can make Jordan S'mores, what I have un-creativityly named a Digestive Cracker and a roasted marshmallow.

Bon appetite.

There's the recipe for your newest treat.

Another Year.

June 15, 1999 I was born.

And from that time to now, June 15, 2011, I've lived in four different states, three different countries, and nine different houses in all. I've met people that have changed my life in completely different ways. From my crazy, down to Earth friends here, to the beachy, fun friends in Florida. I'm learning Arabic, I already know how to read and write with their alphabet. Every single step that I've taken to get to these places has given me something, and even though I hate it, and want to blow up with the fact that I don't have a "home" I wouldn't trade it.

Ever.

Maybe I'm to stubborn too, or maybe I just don't want to give up being "International" but either way, I wouldn't stop, no matter how hard it gets.

In twelve years, I've gotten to so many places, gained so much, lost almost all of it, and had to say good-bye to many times to count.

In twelve years, I've grown to be the person that I am today. If I had stayed in America, I wouldn't be as outgoing, or accepting as I am. I wouldn't of seen the world.

Twelve years might not be a lot. But with my lifestyle, it is.

It's important.

So another year of this is done, khales, as they say in Arabic. That year's not coming back.

Khales.

Bye-bye 11.

As These Years Go By.

This time two years ago, I was living in a hotel, because our house in America had been sold, and our house in Amman hadn't been assigned yet.

This time last year, I was at the pool of an embassy that I could run through with my eyes closed. I'd been to Petra, the Dead Sea, Wadi Rum. I'd ridden camels, and donkeys, and horses.

Now? We're getting ready for the Bidding List to come out, so we can figure out where we're going next.

And in a year? I'll be moving again, just like I have my whole life. Entering a completely different world to follow my dad. Giving up everything that I'd learned and gained to learn even more, and stretch a little further.

And where has it gotten me? Everywhere.

Literally.

And until I graduate from high school, these years will go by, and I'll be in a different position every time, expanding my boundaries, learning to trust, and getting over the fact that life isn't fair. And for me, right when it all feels normal, and safe, you move again. And the feeling's lost.

These years have brought pain, and luxury. They've brought experience, joy, sadness, and difficulty.

But these are the years I won't forget.

Here's to accepting, and growing, and flying through time.

Here's to moving.

Here's to the years that go by, and the ones that are coming.

Here's to living.

June

Well, it's June. June is a big month. School's out, my birthday, our flight back home. Lots and lots of stuff.

Summer will start, and everything here will actually bloom. The grass and flowers will find a way to pop out of the fields and grow up to the sun. It becomes beautiful. The desert sands are brighter, the trees seem higher. If you go to the Dead Sea, it will be hot, but it's amazing.

I will go to the pool everyday. Like we did last year. I will swim, and run, and play. I won't be cooped up inside, I won't be doing homework. I will be the girl that's outside everyday, that you can always count on being there so you won't get lonely.

We will go home. I'll see all my friends, my family. I will go to a park, go to a store, go to a Target! I will meet new people, I'll have to say good-bye to them. I will cry. I will come back to Jordan.

I'll be twelve, I'll have more responsibility, more freedom. I won't be the 'sixth grader' anymore.

I'll have fun! I'll live, I'll survive another year in the middle east.

It's June.

June is a good month.