Well, this past week has been chock full of information. In the past few days, I have received my departure flight information, my host school assignment, and - best of all - my host family. With the receipt of such incredibly exciting news comes the inevitable panic - "What's it going to be like?" "Will they like me?" But the most important part of this information is that the wondering can stop.
Of course, to some extent, the wondering won't stop until I touch down in Muscat at 10:35 pm local time on August 26. Logically, it will continue even from then until I have ceased to experience firsts (something which I hope will never happen) - the first time I see my host family, the first time I enter my host school, the first time I have a conversation with someone in Oman. But at least with the arrival of news comes the comfort of knowing I have been placed. I have a school. I have a home, and a family.
It's incredible. As an only child, I'm thrilled to have 4 host siblings. My family consists of my father, mother, two girls (respectively 13 & 11), a boy (8), and a little sister who will turn 3 a few days after I arrive in Oman. I have received a picture of their home, which looks amazing, and I'm so excited to get to know them further that all of a sudden I can hardly wait to get to Oman.
Only 33 more days left until I arrive... 32 days until I leave.
But more has happened in the past few weeks than the announcement of placements within Oman. I've successfully worked out how to form the most minimal of Arabic sentences, taking my speaking ability one level above "non-existent". I'm considering this a victory, and hoping that it continues to improve before my departure.
Until then, I'll be immersing myself in my home and spending time with the people I won't be seeing for 10 months. Although I'll be far away, I'm hoping it won't feel that way.
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Hi! My name is Karla Cox. This blog is a compilation of notes, thoughts, and photos from my travels around the world.