This canuck has moved…to a little country called Palestine…Jericho to be more precise. It has been a little less than 2 weeks, but it feels like ages ago. Life has been so freaking hectic. My days were pretty much filled with mishaps, ups, downs, tantrums, excitements and all those joys called feelings. I moved for many reasons and one of them being to be with my better half. I have never envisioned living in a place like Jericho, mainly because it is a small town (about 30 000 ppl). I mean, there is nothing wrong with that, but I feel like I am so used to being a city girl (huge place like Montreal cannot really be compared to Jericho). I will not lie that at first I was super overwhelmed with everything. I mean, yes I am Arabic, but I am more Canadian than I am that. I spent my entire life in Montreal in a multi-cultural melting pot. It taught me so many beautiful things such as cultural difference and social acceptance. I try to apply that concept wherever I go because it is important to integrate and assimilate. Since I am a little gypsy at heart, I knew that it wouldn’t be such a big problem for me to eventually find myself. I am a child of diaspora since I was born and so, I am very used to moving and being in different places…but since Montreal was the largest part of my life, it was very hard for me to let go a little bit (even though in my heart I wanted to leave a few years ago).
Planning a wedding on top of all that was a little stressful, but it makes me happy to kinda argue a little with my fiancé over little things like flowers and invitations. It makes me realize that being in a relationship is about compromise and work. Understanding the other’s person’s point of view without being judgemental…it is about accepting that person completely for being themselves and showing their true color. This and the fact that I have been uprooted make it a little hard for me not to be overly sensitive and tad bit dramatic. I mean, being stateless (for the moment) isn’t easy…especially the fact that I am Canadian but still cannot use my passport here for some political situations that are a little hard to explain. Nonetheless, despite all the challenges that I have faced so far in those 2 weeks, I am still very happy to be with the man I love.
I will blog more about Jericho in the next few weeks to show you guys how it truly is…I mean right now, I am looking at it with the point of view of a tourist and a local and this is a huge stepping stone for me. Taking risks has always been my forte, I was never able to sit quiet and be comfortable. I was always that girl that shied away from the easy roads; I always wanted a challenge to prove to myself that I am capable of surviving and of accomplishing.
What I went through these past couples of days had me thinking about how sad it is that in 2017, there still are people out there that have no identity and no status. It is sad to see that in some part of the world, there are barriers that cannot easily be broken. That in itself does not really stop me from pursuing my dreams. As Walt Disney said: “All our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them”. My dream is to leave my mark in this town, a positive one, to feel like I made a difference.