Showing posts with label packing. Show all posts
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Friday, February 27, 2009

A little light reading


Just doing some leisure reading during my spare time before my big move...

It's much easier than explaining

As I’m stocking up on weird supplies in large quantities, people are always asking where I’m off to with 10 oversized linen tunics-

“I’m moving to Yemen”

“Good grief! Really?! Why on earth are you moving there?! Yemen! That’s in the Middle East!!”

“Oh, you know, I really like hummus…”

And then they stare agape for a moment and back away

Efficient and Methodical










As I’ve been packing I’ve really endeavored to proceed in an organized
manner. I’ve made a Herculean effort to maintain structure and order throughout
the process. Why make it harder than it
needs to be?
I think its coming along quite nicely.

Okay life, here we go!

As I’ve been gadding about Bremerton the last couple of weeks my life has been a frenzy of preparation and packing because, wouldn’t you know it, moving to a foreign country that you know remarkably little about for A YEAR is a rather difficult endeavor.



I've been practicing wearig a Hijab around, and if I may say so myself, looking quite dapper(is “dapper” only really used to describe men?) The blue and green striped scarf really made my eyes pop, which, no doubt, is what Muslims are going for. I almost wore it out running errands but I thought- wear a hijab in Yemen, they will appreciate your earnest attempt to assimilate with their culture and your respect for their conservative way of life. Wear a hijab in Bremerton, everyone will think you’re a big asshole. Soo…no.
I have also procured a number of loose, natural fabric, clothing items. Yemeni culture is highly conservative and obviously I want to dress appropriately/not make an ass of myself. I tried on a large, billowy linen shirt with my hijab the other day. Let me tell you I cut a fine figure! Big, oversized clothing does little to inspire my self confidence and I feel dowdy and prudish but, I promised my father I wouldn’t come home with a husband so I guess all is well.