From the beginning I was told my exchange year would go by quickly. I believed it because the summer programs I went on passed in a blink of an eye and eight months wouldn't be that much difference. I didn't realize it would be this fast though. I also didn't realize that Marrakech would truly become home. Walking to the medina I realized how frequently I ended up walking to Jemma al Fna from Gueliz and how I knew every shop and area on the way, I tried to remember things from home and nothing would come up. The thing about exchange is that even though it is a short time if you really want to you can absorb quite a bit and adapt in ways you wouldn't expect.
In eight months I made incredible friendships, defined myself, improved my Arabic skills, and discovered countless things. There is a saying in darija that translates to "in Morocco don't be surprised" even knowing this I remained surprised every day by the new things I was discovering every day. Morocco is one of those countries you never stop getting to know. It is incredibly complex, dynamic, and full of a rich culture and history that is captivating to say the least. Being home now in the States I miss it. I miss it so much and my Friday feels empty without couscous. I keep reaching for my little nokia to realize that now my friends are scattered all over the globe. It feels odd to actually completely understand what the people around me are saying. However, I do know I will be back in Morocco whether it be this year or in four I will be back.
In eight months I made incredible friendships, defined myself, improved my Arabic skills, and discovered countless things. There is a saying in darija that translates to "in Morocco don't be surprised" even knowing this I remained surprised every day by the new things I was discovering every day. Morocco is one of those countries you never stop getting to know. It is incredibly complex, dynamic, and full of a rich culture and history that is captivating to say the least. Being home now in the States I miss it. I miss it so much and my Friday feels empty without couscous. I keep reaching for my little nokia to realize that now my friends are scattered all over the globe. It feels odd to actually completely understand what the people around me are saying. However, I do know I will be back in Morocco whether it be this year or in four I will be back.
