Home
As sad as I was four days ago to be leaving Abrafo, I cannot express how wonderful it is to be home.
The flight back to New York from Accra seemed to (excuse the expression) fly by and I enjoyed my last chance of talking to my Miami seatmates about their plans for when they got back. We loved the airplane food (because it was not our usual Ghanaian chicken and rice) and were probably the happiest people inline as we went through immigration/customs in New York.
Miraculously we all got trough customs without our shea butter, bow and arrows and xylophones. I was carrying a small clay pot and a customs official asked me is I was carrying any snakes or scorpions in the pot. I laughed and he just starred back at me seriously. “Believe me” he said, “it happens.”
After I cleared customs I couldn’t wait to whip out my cell phone. You always forget to appreciate how nice it is to just call someone and hearing my parents answer the phone just made the realization I was home all the more genuine.
Bad weather in the Midwest had delayed/cancelled some flights so we got to spend a few extra hours together in the terminal. As the flights began to depart we would lose a fellow traveler here and there. Each time someone left we would hug goodbye and promise to talk to each other as soon as we got back to campus.
I am so exhausted and so glad to be home.