I'm in Africa now. Or on the African continent, specifically in Nigeria. It seems like it took forever to get here, a constant waiting game. Waiting to be accepted into the IFESH volunteer program. Waiting to tell others. Waiting for my VISA. Waiting for my final destination. During this waiting period life went on. I took a leave of absence from work, sublet my apartment, found a temporary, loving home for my birdie, fell in love, and experienced the trials and tribulations that happen as one tries to maintain balance in separating from one way of life and opening up and embracing another.
Part of my waiting involved three weeks sharing a teeny, tiny room with my brother, his huge TV and the contents of bags of luggage at my parents’ house. While extremely grateful for having a rent-free place to live, the three weeks offered an uninvited flashback to adolescence. Mother daughter competition. Being in trouble. Blame in the interrogative form. “Amy, what happened to ______________?” or “Why did you ____________________?” or “Who ate ______________________?” or “Where’s the/my ______________________?” All minus the grounding AND the lectures (save for one…and it was a little well-deserved). After about two weeks, things sorted themselves out and we parted ways in a cum-ba-ya sort of way.
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