leaving my village, i began crying two days before the day actually came. When the time that i was forced to be tied down in the car by my oldest brother Gershon came, i completely lost it.
I had never evaluated what it was like living in the country that i am, and how completely normal it is. Nevermind assessing what i'm learning and what "moving forward for a better Ghana" means in literal terms.
Before writing this i read a past One Worlder's blog who is currently in Ghana visiting for a second time and i am completely speechless to the words he could string together as to what i am exactly feeling.
"The dirt on the ground is as real to my touch as anywhere and when I feel hot there's nothing especially "African" about it."
What Colin has written in his blog is more than what i'm feeling in this experience, but some of that is forcing me to think that i'm somewhat disillusioned about how i'm going about this.
We can't forget that i'm just an 18 year old, and i think about it everyday. I don't know for sure if i have the understanding to evaluate things here as i would if i were older with some understanding and education behind so many of the things they neglect to give me information about. I would like to learn but i can't control there hoarding of information, all the way down to "why do you keep the rest of the palm nut after you use it for the soup?"

I will come back here when i am older. And i am going to start my blog with, "I'm 18 again in Ghana." And maybe something below the surface will spill onto the page.
Here's to hoping.