Day 27

Monday May 27^th, 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.