Monday May 27th, 2013
We finally made it to America. I slept maybe 7 hours; I will take that. A few of us had to get backs gate checked
which was fine with me, less to carry.
But some were pissed. As I got
off the plane and starting walking to customs they were all freaking out
thinking we should wait for the bags. I
asked ‘did you ask someone?’ ‘well no;.
Stupid!! So I did, and I was right about going straight to the carousel. Everyone was so worried about immigration and
we got right through and just had to drop our bags off. It was so simple, really. I told everyone not to stress and I was
right. I am right fairly often! We got
coffee/hot chocolate and boarded the plane.
The flight home was quick and we all waited for each other to walk down
the escalator. I felt as thought I were
returning home from my mission once more.
Except all of their parents were waiting and mine was by the curb, which
was just fine with me. I felt embarrassed
for everyone else. We took a group photo
and I left. It’s weird to be back
home. I feels normal, yet different. Everything is in pristine shape. I forget how clean my mom is. I started looking at my clothes and realized
in Ghana they were okay; here? Not so much! They were dirty. My suitcase smelled of smoke. It was so
strange. Everyone liked the things I got
them I think. The girls even liked their
skirts; and they fit! I just feel blah.
Maybe it’s because I am tired or more because I am back to feeling like
I don’t fit in. I mean I hae never felt
like I have, but it feels worse somehow.
Nobody really asked about the trip.
My own brother gave me the cold shoulder. But that’s how it is. One day I will be gratudated and can go and
do what I want without having to look for acceptance from my family. Ghana has changed me; once again the world
has given me a new perspective. And for that, I am eternally grateful. I love Ghana and I can’t wait to go back and
pick up my kids.