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not, even if I’ve been the exact opposite for an entire year.
I miss Ghana. I miss Africa. I received a letter from my family and felt guilty because it reminded me of how distant that life has become. Yesterday, I was sitting on a rock by a lake. The sun was beating down, but bright rather than hot, because a huge breeze was blowing off the water. The wavers were crashing against the shore and I could smell the sea when I closed my eyes. It reminded me so strongly of Cape Coast, my favorite city to the south of Takoradi. I cried, in joy and in pain. I felt achingly homesick.
I have no idea how all of this has changed me. I can’t really believe it’s over. This entire, huge, unending adventure is now a closed and summarized chapter in the book of my life. I do know that people won’t stop asking me about it. What I mostly tell them is that going to Ghana was the best decision I have ever made for myself.- and that my greatest fear is who and where I might have been if I hadn’t.