Thirsty in the rain...

So I finally found a mono test in Ghana. Travelled for 6 hours to get to it, but nontheless, I still got the thing.
Results in 5 days...
So Ghana.
Anyway, my last post was completely skewed. I didn't even understand half of it when I reread it.My life hasn't become any more interesting since the last post occured so, sorry for the lack.
I told Ari my life was kinda boring right now, and he laughed "You're in Africa!" Let me just say for the record that Africa can be MORE boring than anywhere else in the world. The lifestyle is based upon waiting for things.
Anyway...The closer I get to leaving the more freaked out I get. For one thing, I freak out because I want so badly to go home. The things I miss! Food, clearly the most important, my family, my friends, a comfortable couch.In reality though, when I compare the affect of those "really great" things (excluding my family and friends) have on my life as opposed to Eli, Toon, Helene, Rikke, Lisette, Liane, Sara, the clinic, Ghana as a whole its not even close. In depth, in size, in anything.
And those are also things I am going to really leave behind. Who knows when I will be able to see them again. Home will always be there, eggs benedict will never dissapear, I can always go to Meg's or Triggs' or Steven's cabin. The things I will leave here sure, I can carry them around with me forever, but its never going to be there, or the same, again.
My life here is not easy. Things are so much more frustrating, they take longer, they aren't easily accessible, but you get used to it, and it teaches you to utilize what you have. Take the good, forget the bad, move on.
I never want to lose this, but I know I will.
Not to mention I am freaking out because when I come home I will be in this inbetween limbo stage that will last maybe a month, but then poof! I am in Israel.
So much for readjusting.
When I called my dad today I was telling him I am looking for a mono test, and he suddenly asks "Where is your passport?!?" and I said, "Dad, what the hell does that have to do with anything...I'm not going to come home!"
Trying to use every excuse to get me on that plane...

Hope everyone had a good Christmas.
Have a good New Year.

Just like that eagle, now my soul is flying
Over the valleys in the crimson morning sky
And there don’t seem to be no use in struggling so hard
And there don’t seem to be no reasons why

Oh my god, its a wild boar...

I haven't blogged in almost 2 weeks so I should have something to write about, but I don't. So I'll just start where I left off...
After painting for another long, long week I took the weekend off to go to Cape Coast. Cape Coast isn't too interesting, a little too expensive because its a tourist place. I saw the castle there and all that. It was the administrative headquarters for the West African Slave Trade...Eli and I were talking about how after 10 years of these things you become numb to it.
Then Toon, Eli and I went to Accra to hang out, and we went to Osu, the Western area in Ghana. We went to a HUGE supermarket, and I didn't realize how much this trip has affected me. I was so exhausted by the time we got to the second floor. Just seeing all of the materialistic bullshit that exists in the world in such a small contained area made me almost feel nauseous.
Anyway, after returning back to Kumasi we went to the market which was unbelievably crazy. I have never felt so overwhelmed in my life, well maybe not. But people were grabbing and screaming and I was near passing out when I finally got to the trotro to Wiamoase. When I did get there my lymphnode was the size of a golf ball. Hoorah.
So for the past couple days I have been unbelievably tired, and trying to get a mono test, which doesn't exist in Africa. So I got a malaria test anyway because if you have a fever you should "always" get a malaria test.
So now I'm at Toon's place, which is really nice.
The other day I finally realized how little time I have left here, almost 6 weeks. I am so excited to go home, but when I think about leaving it makes me feel...really, really sad. When I think about leaving Mary, Samuel, everyone at the clinic, all the volunteers, Eli...especially Eli I start to feel really empty. I can't possibly imagine leaving. I suppose I couldn't imagine leaving home either, so I guess at the end of the day I will be okay.
Before I came I thought I wasn't good with change, but somehow I managed.
So I'll manage when I come home.

Eli says Happy Hannukah to A Nahum and J Holloway.

There, there...

Holy hell, this internet is SLOW, which is especially frustrating because I actually have things to get done today in Kumasi. Unlike normally, when I can just diddle daddle till the end of time.
This week has been B-ORING. We did go to see monkeys last Saturday, and I went to a funeral on Sunday. Then the nurses diagnosed me with "malaria" and I stayed in bed for 2 days.
I think I just had a nasty fever, but the only diseases that exist in the clinic are malaria and "tiredness." Whatever that means.
I have painted an entire room all by myself this week, and I am so tired of painting that I want to scream. Its a good thing I am so disciplined or I would have thrown my roller at the stupid spider infested walls and called it quits. Only 2 more weeks of this and then I am through!
I am starting to get so home sick it actually makes me feel a little sick at times. When I look at pictures, and think about all the things I am missing out on I start to get nauseated.
But then I remember all the good I am doing, and try to put it in perspective.
I have to get to a police station today and file a police report for my missing passport which is just going to be a big pain in the ass, because it will take FOREVER, I am sure. Everythign takes forever here. You gotta get used to it. Okay now I just feel downright anxious because I have to much stuff to get done, so I am just gonna go start doing it.

Just cause you feel it doesn't mean its there.