Things I will miss when I go to Jordan
- My family
- My friends
- Driving. I enjoy driving and find it relaxing. With the windows down. But I have no desire to drive in Jordan. That would not be relaxing at all.
- Shopping without being followed closely around the store by the workers
- My bathroom. For once, I have a really great bathroom. It has a nice tub, a huge mirror with great lighting, and two sinks. And instant hot water.
- My books. Books weigh a lot. I won’t be able to take too many along.
- The library. I don’t know if it will be difficult or not to find books in English. I have a huge mental list of books I want to read when my thesis is done, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to find them there. Or places like Barnes & Noble where I can sit and read.
- My red-orange suede jacket. And probably the matching lipstick. People tend to wear more subtle colors there.
- No smoking signs that are actually obeyed.
- People minding their own business, for the most part. I hear Jordanians can be nosy.
- Iron Chef. I hope people start posting more episodes on YouTube!
Things I will NOT miss when I go to Jordan
- Having limited menu choices because the meat is not Zabiha. But I will have to make sure my normally flexitarian diet doesn’t take a turn for the meaty. Especially since I have a weakness for grilled lamb. Especially if it’s a bit burnt around the edges!
- Having a hard time finding long dresses and long-sleeved shirts in the stores. There are loads of nice dresses in Jordan.
- Not having a good Middle Eastern restaurant nearby!
- Expensive dry cleaning
- Forgetting my college Arabic because I have no one to practice with. Hopefully I can also find a Farsi speaker and a Spanish speaker there!
- Lack of lessons to attend
- Having to work out with my arms and head covered if I want to use any kind of equipment. Many gyms in Jordan have times when only women are allowed to be there.
- Having to plan my errands around prayer times, or having to pray in a fitting room. Most shopping centers there have prayer areas.
- Being one of about ten hijabis in a small town, and people mixing me up with other hijabis when we don’t even look alike.