So my friends, it has been a month and 1 day since my return
from Ghana, and I keep getting the feeling that I’ve got one more blog update
left in me.
It took me almost exactly 34 hours to get from my homestay
in Cape Coast to get to my house in Corvallis.
All of my flights went really smoothly, and unlike my travels to Ghana I
made it on time. I did get the somewhat
hilarious experience of riding in a tiny tiny tiny plane from Seattle to
Portland. It felt like a trotro as it
shook and rattled its way towards my home.
I may have laughed out loud, having to immediately attempt to cover it
with a cough.
I noted a couple of
things in my journal that were almost immediately slightly alarming to me as I
was dunked back into US culture. These
included;
White people - we are EVERYWHERE around here!
Whiney white girls - also everywhere!
Safe running water – why do we buy water? We have some of the world’s safest water and
I couldn’t find a drinking fountain, I had to buy a bottle of water. This is a well thought out scam.
Automatic flush toilets - Really everybody? First of all those are scary, secondly, how
lazy are you?
Everything is sooooo expensive - snack mix for 5 bucks?!
Where is some 1GHC street meat when you want it?
People don’t greet each other the same way - I awkwardly
told quite a few people good morning/afternoon before realizing that wasn’t
always normal.
Grass/fresh air – I never realized that there is a smell
here. Well, there is, and it is
AMAZING. I was walking across the tarmac
to get to my trotro plane in Seattle and although it smelled like jet fuel it
smelled amazing, and crisp, and clean, and so good that I felt like I was going
to hyperventilate for a little bit because I was gulping down air faster than
was likely appropriate/safe.
Skymall- Just…. Skymall.
Also; no one here has limps, its frickin’ COLD here, peanuts
cost the equivalent of 80 packets of groundnuts in the airport, people need to
calm down and slow down.
People keep asking me if I will be going back to Ghana. It’s a difficult question to ask given the
fact that I’m not a fortuneteller. On
the surface, of course I would go back.
The people, the food, my friends, the sun, the whole experience, would
make a repeat trip more than worthwhile.
However, as many of you know, life is generally not so simple. As for the time being, I’ve taken a job at
Oregon Health & Science University as a researcher in the department of
Behavioral Neuroscience, and just a week or so ago signed a lease for an
apartment in Portland. I’ve gone through
a couple of grad school frenzies where I spent multiple hours researching
schools, and freaking out about the GRE.
So do I want to go back to Ghana?
Yes! When? Well folks, I don’t really know exactly what
I am doing next week. So… ask me again
in 2-10 years. I might know what the
hell I’m doing by then.
It is amazing how
life continues to move along at the same blistering pace, even after big life
events. Sometimes as I’m driving my car,
wandering around feeling cold, or eating yogurt I have a hard time believing
that Ghana ever really happened to me. I
think that is partially because I spent just enough time in Ghana for that life
to become normalized to me. And after
20-some years in the Pacific Northwest that life holds a good deal of normalcy
for me. The confusion for me comes when
those two normal lives meet and as I’m driving I realize I’m tailgating like a
Cape Coast taxi driver, that I’ve turned to heat up so high that I’m sweating
like I would in Ghana, or eating yogurt and feeling sick because I didn’t have
milk products for three months. I wonder
how its possible for those two lives to coexist and it is odd to realize that
just like how life in Oregon continued while I was gone, the life I knew in
Ghana will continue in my absence as well.
I will bring this whole blog thing to a close with another
excerpt from my journal. It’s the last
one I wrote, and I wrote it while on my little tro tro plane as we sputtered
closer and closer to home.
“I can’t believe this adventure is about to come full
circle. It all feels like a dream right
now, like it couldn’t really have happened.
I spent three whole months working in western Africa, living with a
Ghanaian family and having the experience of a lifetime. I’m so lucky for so many things in my life
and while I know things are going to be tricky for a bit when I first get home,
I wouldn’t change a thing. On top of a
killer tan/sun burn, I’m bringing home a whole set of experiences that simply
cannot be summarized. I’ve made a couple
of the best friends of my life, and even just that is a feeling that cannot be
rivaled. I know I mad an impact too,
which feels just as good. And talk about
personal growth. Nothing like flying
across the globe by yourself to a country that doesn’t exactly speak your
language, eat your foods, have much of the basic infrastructure that you are
used to, and then starting a full time job on your third day there. From sever malaria to going out drinking,
learning how to azonto, how to eat soup with my hands, hail a tro tro,
negotiate a taxi fare, succeed in a shopping trip to the market, give
directions, speak (a little) fante, rock a sarong, fend off Ghanaian men, take
a bucket shower, break open a coconut in less than three minutes, do emergency
field medicine, reach out to people with HIV, teach girls about healthy
relationships, how to sweat so profusely that you are just constantly
dehydrated, I really can’t think about it without feeling at least a little sad
about leaving but also pretty frickin
proud of myself. I told myself that I wouldn't chicken out. And three moths later,
touching down in Oregon I’m proud to say that I didn’t.”
Thank you for reading my blog everybody. It has meant the world to me to know that
you’ve cared.