Ghana was, at first, this great mystery. There were parts of my life that I recognized as being like my life in New York but only in a whisper, with minimal similarity. Ghana felt like a place I was visiting and I felt like a tourist. I didn’t feel settled, my house didn’t feel like my own and teaching felt like just another job.
I’m still not exactly sure when it changed but it’s infiltrated its way into my everyday, even my vocabulary. When I’m away from site now I talk about when I’ll be “going home” and I’m not (always) talking about New York.
I’ve been in Ghana 8 months on February 8th and even though it feels like home now, I’m still counting down the months. 8 down, no more than 19 left, though 18 is more likely!
