As I painted my nails a few days ago, I wondered to myself why I have not done so much lately.
I remembered a conversation I had with a friend prior to moving to Morocco who warned me that painted nails
were culturally inappropriate, so I didn’t even pack any nail polish. Lately, though, I’ve been having a lot of fun
trying new trendy colors and I think it is a habit I will return to more often.
I couldn’t help but wonder how many other ways living in Morocco still affects the way I live…
I still have to remind myself to look men in the eye when I speak to them and say hello when I see them
on the street… I had to explain that one to a neighbor recently who looked at me like I was a bit rude after I
ignored him one day when we passed each other in front of the grocery store.
These habits have stayed with me long after I ever expected them to… because surely after almost
two years I would have rid myself of all of them, right?
It has been especially strange going from one extreme to the other. Here, the women are
truly treated as equals and are some of the strongest and most independent women I have ever
met. Sometimes I feel lost between all the cultures that have influenced my life, yet I have
hope that it will make my life more well rounded and seasoned… and not too weird!