It was in the Kejetis market and I almost got fish guts spilled all over me, so it was worth it. Too bad the first person I have met here (well, kinda) I would actually want to give my number to met me right after I put it on. Then bought my roommate and I a cab to this internet cafe because it was obviously "too far" (a mile tops.) That was really sweet. And he didn't ask us for anything. I love Africa.
But I really do. I get frustrated alot here. But when I am falling asleep at night I can reflect on the day and acknowledge that I don't have nearly as many low points throughout the day as I did when I was at home. Not saying I wasn't happy at home, but I am happier here. I don't have to wrap myself up in these preconceived notions people hold about each other at home. Not to mention live up to things I don't actually think I am.
Thinking too much...
But its good. The things I want to think about, however, somehow get pushed into the back of my head. Either they are too painful, or just downright too exhausting to deal with.
This week we finally talked to the captain about getting us more stuff to do. Her reaction? "Always wanting to do more! White people always want to do more." I was a bit shocked by that. I didn't take a year off of the one thing I have dreamed about basically my entire life, and sit on a plane for 30 hours to not do as much as I possibly can to benefit others...
Is that asking too much?
Haha, its funny because they get so flustered when we ask for more work. Samwell, the eye doctor and co-captain, is always on our side which is awesome. He is definately one of my favorites at the clinic. He has really taken Lisette and I under his wing, and wants really to take good care of us, and get us the work we want to do.
Its awesome though because there is a Salvation Army school 10 minutes away where they might need people to teach English a couple days a week...
Also we are going to repaint the inside of the malnutrition clinic bright colors (maybe even with murals!)
On top of that we really want to start figuring out things we could do for the mentally disabled girl we met at the orphanage we visited at orientation camp.
So busy!
Lisette and I got in our first real fight the other day. I was really nervous about the malnutrition painting because I wasn't sure if I wanted to put as much energy into something I didn't think would benefit people alot.
I think what its really about is that I am so scared because at home, especially in school (slc...), I would get myself into these projects, or activities and then end up carrying all the weight. Not to mention I would sacrifice so much more of myself then I really wanted to just so that others (who neither needed or deserved it) would benefit from it.
Boohiss.
Sorry to bash home so much, but even though I loved highschool and most of the people I met throughout the experience, I have just begun to realize some things (also things I did to myself...) about it that drove me crazy.
So Lisette and I came to the conclusion that we can no matter what find a compromise.We deal with people and emotions so similarly that its like we can always find common ground to understand each other on. In my opinion, I don't need to be best friends with her, but as long as we can get each other I think we will be happy.
I really miss my parents, and my brothers. Aaron wrote me an email today and it made me so happy! Its hard to imagine that we hated each other at one point. I can't wait to see him in London.
Sorry this blog was so...diary like, and not more based on what we've been up to. Honestly, the past couple days have been kinda slow, but on an exciting note I am almost finished with Madame Bovary, which I loved.
We are going to meet with the others in a little bit so that we can plan some trips to Accra, Cape Coast, Ho and plenty of other places. We are going to try and see the entire South of Ghana during our volunteer time so that during our 2 1/2 week travel time we can go to the North (which is supposed to be beautiful. It is prodominently Muslim and they have a completely different culture. Not to mention there are ELEPHANTS. And I promised Kojo that I would ride one back to Accra in order to catch my flight.)
Keep the emails coming. They make me smile :)
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