I’m on the plane right now and it’s 4:30 A.M. The sun is rising outside my window and the moon is still clear and is hovered over top of the light spectrum. The sky is red nearest the ground, the mountains, then a blackish cloud layer, then orange, then yellow and green then five different shades of blue- the darkest holding the moon in its place.
I don’t know if I’ve ever seen something quite as magnificent and extraordinary as this.
I can’t believe Africa is to our south and that I’m headed home.
Soon I’ll be sitting on my porch swing recalling a dream of one that once became a reality for a small amount of time.
I dunno what I’ll act or be like when I get home and just sit on the couch or hang out with friends. I think deep inside I’ll always think of Africa- comparing it to my everyday life here in America.
I would’ve done it over and over again if I had the chance. As hard as the transition was, it was worth all the while. It was worth learning all about myself. It was worth learning more about the world, it was worth all the awesome friends I have now made and it was worth all the tears, all the laughter, all the fun times.
I can’t believe a month has gone by and it’s time for me to return home.
British Airways just had a crash over France- I’m so nervous about the plane ride over. I can just see it now. We finally get finished and we crash on our way back home.
How much would that suck?
Well, at least if I died, I would’ve fulfilled my lifelong dream of going to Africa.
That in itself is just awesome.
Megan and I went back to the orphanage today to make one last visit with the kids. It was awesome. I can see all their faces so clearly right now- I hope I never forget them.
I hope I never ever forget this trip. It has been the most rewarding experience ever. The most challenging thing but it taught me more about myself than I would’ve ever dreamed of! I feel so much happier and confident to do anything.
Well, well, well, the days just keep getting better and better! I wish they would’ve been this great from the get-go. I think it will still be nice to go back home. Before, I was doubtful that I would cry when I had to leave here, but now I can easily see myself balling.
I have been to Africa. I have travelled across the Great Atlantic, swam its seas and lived some form of their life . . . and how good it felt that I am able to say that!
I’m so glad that I’ve had this last week to kind of process all that I have been through this past month. Now I can look back and truly appreciate it all.
It’s amazing how much I have learned and how I can laugh at how petrified I was of dying at the very beginning of my trip.
One of the students is leaving the team to go home. It doesn’t make any sense . . . she’s leaving eight days or less before we’re scheduled to leave and she’s leaving right before the best part of our trip!
I feel sorry for her. She doesn’t seem to know who she is. She’s trying to figure it out but it’s taking her a lot of pain and tears to get there. I have faith that maybe one day she’ll know who she is, what she truly at heart stands for and she’ll be proud of who she is.
As for now, as right as it may feel to leave, I think she may, not regret, but wonder whether the remainder of the trip was worth the wait or not. Bummer.
It’s funny. Now that my spirits are up, truly, I am able to see the better sides of Ghana.
Before, I focused on the poverty and pollution and while I acknowledged the fun cultural things like religion and the people, I didn’t/haven’t appreciated it, until now . . . starting now.
It’s amazing to me. . . how happy and nice Ghanaians are- poverty stricken or not, they LOVE JESUS!! While it is fun to watch them in action at a charismatic church and even funnier to act out, I definitely have gained a certain amount of respect for these people.
Their life relies on their faith. In my host father’s sermon, he talked about not relying on any people- no matter who they are, somehow they will betray you, so you shouldn’t rely on them.
You should only rely on Jesus. He alone is enough to get you through life. Giving is better than receiving. This is another point that was made. It should feel better to give than to receive.
Overall, Ghanians are friendly people who put their trust, their life into the hands of God. . . and in their eyes, some get lucky and some don’t. But God has a plan for each one of us.
I can’t wait to write up my presentation. I can’t wait to tell everyone about this awesome trip.
They’ll never understand fully, unless they make this journey and even for them it may be a completely different experience.