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Bed·ou·in (noun or adj.) ˈbe-də-wən, ˈbed-wən 1. Desert dweller, nomadic Arab of the desert. 2. A wanderer or rover.

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“you have an accent”

D.H. Melhem, Rest in Love

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My first time spending Christmas abroad was met with several holiday gatherings, countless hours spent decorating my apartment, and more wine and food than I had anticipated. On Christmas Eve, my apartment was filled with the small but mighty group of Fulbrighters (and their significant others) that had decided to stay in Amman for the holidays for one reason or another. It was a night filled with music, cookies, gifts (legitimate and strange), and a shared sense of camaraderie among friends on an evening usually reserved for the closest of family. All in all, my first Christmas away from my family was wonderful in all the ways that it made up for me missing them. I spent Christmas Eve night with incredible people, and Christmas day drinking coffee and watching Mad Men. And I don’t have school until next Monday. How much better does it get?

Oh yeah, you could have 7 Jordanian Dinars worth of brie in the fridge. Check plus.

I’ve been MIA from this blog. Here’s a list of things that have been happening:

It’s the holiday season! A steady stream of Fulbright friends have been trickling out of the country to spend Christmas at home, so it’s getting kind of lonely. However, there’s a small group of us holding down the fort here in Amman and ready to make Christmas in Jordan a good time. But, Julie, if you’re reading this…come home.

Maya and I finished grading second exams. A moment of silence for my sanity, and send up some prayers that it comes back soon. Next time, all multiple choice. All. Multiple. Choice.

I have a short break from school, so I’ve decided to pick up all the seasons of Mad Men and watch them. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten into a TV show before, but it’s a skill I’d like to cultivate because TV shows are always great conversation topics. Like, “ohh did you see the season finale?” “No–don’t spoil it!” “Ok, ok I won’t but it’s honestly the best television out there.” “Even better than ________?” And so it goes, two people embarking upon a germane and relevant discourse of popular culture. I want it.

MY CLEANSE IS DONE. Yesterday I ate Pringles and brownies and sat by a fireplace and felt five years old.

Okay, that’s all I can think of for now. I’m staving off the holiday homesickness by decorating my home and buying Christmas-y plates. Also, I promise from now on I’ll keep updating this thing on the regular with photos, quotations, and whatever else tickles my fancy. Probably my thoughts on Mad Men. Maybe I should read a book? Or research microphones for my camera? Aaaaand I’ll stop with the stream of consciousness writing. Fin.

Happy Holidays!