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Adventures in Moving

Just a few days ago, I moved into a new apartment here in Amman. Imagine moving from a place that looked like this:

Into a place that looked like this:

Well… maybe the difference isn’t quite that extreme. I guess it would be more like moving from this apartment

into this apartment

This will be the third place that I have lived in less than a year and a half (fourth if you count the month I spent in the States). It reminds me of what it was like when I was in seminary. I moved 12 times in the three years that I was at Asbury. Needless to say I’m kind of sick of moving.

Moving is always an adventure. There are always little things that you don’t really think about until you need them. Like a trash can. “I’ll just throw this in the… oh… (staring disappointedly at the spot where a trash can should be) umm… the dumpster… at the end of the street.” And then there are things that you find out about your new place that you just didn’t think to check on before you moved in. Like does the bathroom door close. “Hey. How’s it going in there.” Awkward.

And then there are the really fun things. Like running out of water. For those of you who have never lived in Amman, let me take a moment to explain the water delivery system. It’s quite unique. The city only provides water to your home once a week. When the water is turned on, it fills a tank on your roof. Once they shut the water off, you use the water from the tank until next week’s water day. If you run out before then… well… I hope you already had a shower.

So, when I found myself standing in front of a dry faucet this morning, I was somewhat dismayed. Then I remembered “Wait a minute. It’s Wednesday. Wednesday is water day.” I went up to the roof to check my tank. Far from being empty, it was overflowing and had flooded most of the roof. Now I was just confused. Why was there a swimming pool on the roof and a desert in my sink? When the repair man showed up, I asked him to explain this situation to me. He grinned a toothy grin, “This is Middle East. When tank is full, you have no water.” Oh, well that cleared things up for me. Welcome to my life in Amman.