Continuing on as the second half of the post I wrote here about the things I miss from Australia here are some of the things that I enjoy because I live in Jordan.
Top of the list without a doubt is my wonderful husband Atef and my beautiful little girl Alia. How can I not be thankful for living in Jordan when I have them to remind me just how great life is.
I only have to look out from the windows or stand on the balcony to enjoy one of things I love the most about living in Jordan – the view! We have a spectacular view from our house looking down the valley and over the town to the Petra Mountains. It’s a magnificent view at all times of the day but I particularly love sunrise and sunset time.
Sunrise from the 24th March as the sun was just emerging over the top of the hills behind us highlighting the peak of Jebel Haroun.
Sunset from the 29th January 2013.
Sunset from the 8th March 2013
I love that produce here is available seasonally so that you are eating it when it’s at its best.
I am enjoying learning more about photography and in turn paying more attention to my surrounds and seeing all the little things that are around me. There is so much beauty around us if only we take the time to actually look.
I enjoy having people come to visit so that I can show off the wonderful country that I now live in. (That’s an open invitation for anyone to come and visit me please!)
I am truly thankful for Atef’s immediate and extended family. They have welcomed me into the family with open arms and accepted me, quirks and all.
I am thankful to have been able to build a beautiful house and make it my home.
I am also thankful for the opportunity (and yes challenge) of getting to really know myself.
So whilst this list is significantly shorter than the list of things I miss from Australia I think you will agree with me that the things on this list are much bigger things! And again this is not an exhaustive list!
But funny how life is as as I have been writing this post this morning another one of my senses brought back more memories of the farm and in particular my Dad. It wasn’t my sense of sound this time, but the sense of smell. Wafting in on the morning breeze was the smell from an oxy welder and with it came memories of being in the shed with Dad.
It’s made me think that whilst I am indeed blessed and thankful for living in Jordan I will never forget where I’ve come from and how much that has made me the person who I am today.