I have been debating over what to spend my limited internet time writing about for a while now, but I figured, at last, that I just need to write something. So here it is, no planing this time. And I only have 20 mins left on my internet time!
I miss home more than I ever have before. I love Saltpond.
I want to live the local life. I don't want to go to a five and a quarter hour church service.I love my CWY/SYTO friends. I want another loved one to come rescue me.
I appreciate that my counterpart is who she is. I wish our relationship was so much more.
Being one of the only white people around is interesting and exciting. Having how different I am constantly pointed out is tiring and exasperating.
Working to prevent and control malaria is inspiring. Working in the context of this group... is fairly torturous.
It's easy to be discouraged. There is so much to be happy about.
My local friends are fun. It's tiring to interact with them.
I'm in AFRICA. But is it culturally insensitive to say "Africa" rather than "Ghana"?
I feel restless. I feel lazy.
I want to learn and experience everything. I want to curl up in a ball and go to sleep until I get home.
Is this my privileged way of thinking? What does that even MEAN? What the heck should I DO about it!?
Just a few of my daily thoughts.
I will put up some interesting "local flavour" type story soon, I promise. (But is that promoting stereotypes??)
Con amor,
Aba Julia
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