Leaving Amman was a bittersweet...I didn't realise that I was going to be leaving my family and friends behind until I stood at the door of my house hugging my mother and father. I felt my heart break and realised that I was leaving them behind, that I was leaving the comfort of my home, my friends who I have become so attached to and to my lovely parents who I took for granted until I had to say bye.
I arrived in Queen Alia airport, with my 3 suitcases and my 50 KG excess baggage (won't go into how much I had to pay for that) and my depression hit rock bottom, if my friend LR who was driving hadn't already driven off I would have gotten back onto her car and gone back home. I had my last Mocha Frappi and ciggie before heading to the gate. Things started to look up when I was informed that since they had overbooked the flight, I was being upgraded.
I keep looking around at the people on the plane, seeing what they were wearing, what they were doing... eavesdropping on conversations that I shouldn't be listening to, trying to make myself more accustomed to the Yemeni accent, to their gestures and to the way women acted.
My mom had sent me an email that listed cities that were friendly to women, Sana'a wasn't one of them...as I am sure you all guessed...what will that mean for me????
We shall discover that together....
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