it came from beneath

so....i sucked at that whole update your blog and tell people about your life half way across the world thing.
but i have about twelve more hours in jordan and i'm totally the deathbed repentance type, so i'll go for it one last time.

things i will miss about jordan:
-pita bread
-30 qersh (about fifty cent) falafel
-being able to get on the roof of any building, anywhere
-the foreigner treatment (the good kind where you get things for free and stuff)
-two hour church block
-microbuses can take you anywhere in the country
-fireworks all over the city every night
-adventures with comrade Nikki and other assorted peoples
-the complete removal from my 'real' (aka stateside) life and the amazing perspective this allows

i'd write a rebuttal "things i wont miss" list, but i don't want to get all angsty again, not when i'm so close to getting out. one of my biggest accomplishments this summer is that as bitter as i may have been at times, i'm not leaving bitter. i don't hate Amman. i don't hate arabic, or arabs, or my teachers here. i don't even really hate my host family (though i am never ever never doing a homestay again). i probably will record some of my bitterness so that i can have something to bring me back to earth when i'm feeling all nostalgic and romantic and orientalist about my time here, but not in this public forum.
but hey, i still have twelve more hours. and a day in egypt. and a return to the middle east in a very short time. this isn't a send off. this isn't an end. i can't even attempt to draw some overarching conclusions until the 12 hour plane ride. but these sort of things, study abroads and surrealism and such, they don't really have appropriate endings anyway. they just sort of taper off or explode violently or get drowned in this weird sleety white-wash of everything that has happened in the past period replaying itsself in your mind. how very very strange it all is, all these people i've met and things i've done and thoughts i've had.
fare thee.