Amman, Jordan – January 2022

Good morning my dear ones. The sun is shining and it’s frigid in our apartment. Our fake-wood floor feels icy through sock feet. It is strange being back in Amman after almost two months away in the US. I’m drinking my favorite coffee: Velo from Colectivo in Milwaukee.

It happened again this past weekend – my brain and heart and the Atlantic Ocean got all tangled up. When I was little, my family and I would drive every summer from Wisconsin to Delaware to visit my grandparents at the beach. It was what my sister and I most looked forward to for the whole year, and especially when school was out for the summer and we knew it was getting close. The Delaware trip!