Update from Morocco: Everything is beautiful and amazing, and I am still on haitus, but I just wanted to inform you all that I received my T letter today, and I am just full of love and relief and positive feelings. I am basking in that golden light after so long and absolutely marvel at how far I have come in the past two years. I am almost home, and that thought carries me through the remaining days. January holds us and so much promise.
Alright, alright, alright. I’m off again starting tomorrow afternoon. I am going to Morocco (Rabat) for the fall semester, from August 31-December 13. Traveling around the country, to the south and the north, whilst hitting up several cool spots along the way like Marrakesh and Chefchaeoun. Spending three hours a day learning Darija next week, and I am so stoked for this opportunity and to learn another dialect of Arabic. I have great feelings about these next fifteen weeks, and I’ll be sure to take lots of photographs and write a lot while I am away. The new year brings a homecoming of phenomenal proportions, but these next three months are all for different sides of my self that will shine through so brightly. I love you all, and feel free to message me on What’s App if you have my mobile number, or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Catch y’all in the new year when I’m home from Hawai’i, starting T and heading back to Boston.
Afternoon // Youth Lagoon
I’m feeling a little under the weather today, but Morocco is very soon, and I am so excited to experience everything that been stuck to pages for the past two months. I will learn how to correctly speak another dialect of Arabic, except much better this time. It is all going to come alive very soon, no longer bound to a classroom, but breathing around me and inside of me, too. Like when I first arrived in Amman, and I heard the call to prayer whilst waking up from a long nap, and it hit me - this is what I have been dreaming of, waiting for, for the past four years of my studies. My advanced Arabic textbook is arriving tomorrow, and my mother and I will begin and hopefully complete packing in the evening. That leaves Thursday and Friday free to walk around D.C. and say goodbye to this sense of familiarity for a while. An ocean does not seem so wide when you’ve travelled across it before, expanding your horizons to the other side of the Earth. When I feel anxious, I need remember that.
Palestinians — young and old — celebrate an indefinite ceasefire in Gaza. 26 August 2014.