It was my time to leave. I am writing this post from Finland already, trying to get used to the thought that I have left Amman behind me.
I am so filled with words, smiles, and tears that I feel I cannot even move. There are so many things to say and hugs to give, that I find myself speechless, reactionless. So if it seems like I am not saying or doing the right things, please forgive me.
I never thought that I would get so attached to this place. I have talked about my love for Amman so many times that now it seems I have no more words. I strolled around the city for the last week thinking, whether it is the last time I’m seeing this or that place, and will I remember this wonderful building or this secret view towards the horizon of hills filled with lego-block houses.
But it is not the city itself that made this time so special, but the people in it.
Is this the last time I meet this friend who has become so dear to me? Where will I meet this person again? As our adventures have brought us together here, where will we end up? Will I remember these moments of shenanigans or these moments of silence in total comfort and trust?
Even if I don’t, I am reminded of them every time I see you or talk to you. So, thank you. You have taught me that wherever I go I will find a home because of people like you.
Even though I am sad to leave, I am facing new adventures in the vast unknown future, and hopefully will meet you guys again. I am happy to have this chance to miss you because it means that we shared something important.
I am eternally grateful for my time in Amman. I want to thank everyone who made this possible, most of all I want to thank every single person I have met: you have touched my heart and taught me more than I imagined. I wouldn’t be me I am today without you. So, thank you!
This is not the last time you hear from me.
Lots of love,