Emotionally Involved
It’s been 4 years of heavy emotions invested by the residents of West
Amman in the building of the Abdoun Bridge, and Abdoun Bridge is now complete.
I guess it takes a few years of construction and a lot of very annoying detours in one of the city’s most important areas for the citizens to become emotionally involved with a project. It takes a lot of whining, nostalgia, excitement, cynicism, amusement, inspiration, and annoyance. It takes a lot of pictures, a lot of cussing, and a lot stopping by the mountain side to see how far the construction is going.
Abdoun, where the teenagers and twenty-somethings of the past 2 generations of Ammanites have forged a lot of their memories, mine include: days spent at Lugano’s in my early teens, ice-cream at Gerard’s every so often, Cinema Galleria on long summer nights, yelling at the TV screen during the World Cup at what-was-once Hard Rock Café, a lot of coffee consumed at Starbucks, cussing at whoever made the stairs of Blue Fig (try going up in a skirt), having lunch with the family on a Friday at the Orthodox Club, honking the horns near of cars in graduations, eating sushi at Noodasia, locking my car with the key in the ignition at 10:00 PM while double parked, garlic bread at Pizza hut and fries at McDonalds, days spent at Abdoun Mall, birthdays at Red, terrible food at Crumz, going round and round Abdoun Circle just for the heck of it, ordering the best spinach dip at Planet Hollywood, and laughing with bloggers in Salad House.
Ah, Abdoun, Abdoun. Welcome back. We missed you.
I missed you.
