homesick

The Honeymoon is Over

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Don’t get me wrong, I love it here. It’s been a blast. But lately I’ve been feeling a little homesick since I heard Lincoln had its first snowfall and my inner Gilmore Girl was distraught at missing the event.
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Needless to say, it trigged a list in my head of other things I miss from home. Orientation prepares you for the time period of when the anger sets in, so I wasn’t exactly surprised. But you start to feel a little bad because you’re pouting over a great opportunity.

But COME ON. My snow!

I think this was last week.
I think this was last week.

The things I miss are kind of surprising though. I thought I would feel like I was missing a limb without my constant wifi and my smart phone. But that actually isn’t true. It’s really refreshing to be able to go to go out with my group and no one is preoccupied with their phones. We don’t have a choice, so we’ve been forced to find alternatives of entertainment (Imagine!). That sounds harsh, but it’s really strange how much I notice it. I had grown used to having a conversation with someone who’s having a conversation with someone else at the same time.
But I’d be a hypocrite if I said I never do that, because I certainly do.

Instead, something I really miss is my idea of shopping in a grocery store. You know when you go to HyVee (Oh..HyVee…I miss that too) everyone kind of follows the flow of traffic and weaves through the aisles in order?
NOT HERE.
People will walk in different directions, their kids will run haphazardly through the carts, people step in front of you and bump into you without the slightest acknowledgement. It’s also kind of difficult to find prices marked on anything.
And if you know anything about how I feel about grocery shopping, it’s not exactly a pleasant experience.

I also find myself missing toasters. That’s not a Jordan thing. That’s an apartment thing. We didn’t get one. Although, we have a shocking amount of pots.

It’s easy to get wrapped up in the things Jordan doesn’t have, especially this last week when I’ve been missing home and the snow. I’ve grown tired having to make sure we always have clean water available since the tap water is unsafe. The air itself is often cloudy with cigarette smoke, and I miss greenery: trees and grass. I miss fall.

There are sporadic trees. But as the weather gets colder, those few trees are beginning to disappear.
There are sporadic trees. But as the weather gets colder, those few trees are beginning to disappear.

 

I miss the usual things: family, friends, the English language, mail that comes and goes within a predictable time period.

Maybe I needed a security blanket.

Found it! A Starbucks!
Found it! A Starbucks!

It’s ridiculous to expect myself to love every single second of it here, but I tend to feel guilty whenever I have some kind of complaint. The wifi is spotty, and alcohol prices are ridiculous (I JUST turned 21. Now I have to be of-age AND rich? Yeah no). But there are plenty of unique things to distract me.

The art scene

Sbace 3arabi is an artistic collaboration by two local artists from Amman, Jordan Wize One and Sardine.
Sbace 3arabi is an artistic collaboration by two local artists from Amman, Jordan Wize One and Sardine.
Jasmine of Gaza photography exhibit by Sami Haven at Jasmine House.
Jasmine of Gaza photography exhibit by Sami Haven at Jasmine House.
Autostrad concert at Canvas.
Autostrad concert at Canvas.

The Food:

Bab Al-Yemen
Bab Al-Yemen
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Baklava and Lemon with mint at Habibah.

And of course…Wadi Rum

Which will always and forever be my favorite place here.
Which will always and forever be my favorite place here.

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We went to Petra yesterday, (PETRA) and it really hit me how little time we have left. I remember getting the excursion itinerary in the summer and thinking it would take forever to go to Petra. It was all the way in November?! Ugh. But suddenly we were trekking through miles and miles of sand and rock and looking at one of the Wonders of the World.

Anticipation!
Anticipation!

It’s weird. They prepared me for this, but I can’t shake off the creeping feeling that I need to prioritize. Which…true to form, I did. Color coordinated and everything.

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I think I’ve decided I would never live here. But I’ll come back.
Yeah, I’ll definitely come back.
A word of advice though, before coming to Jordan you should work out. The amount of desert walking I’ve done the last two months has been nearly incomprehensible. I had no idea I could climb mountains.