I miss having adventures every weekend, or even just staying around Accra on the weekend. Going to the night market for a snack- especially the egg sandwiches and pineapple. Jerry's and Tilapia. I miss cooking with my roommate and hand washing my clothes. Talking to the person sitting next to me on the tro. Being hassled and hustled at Circle, Kaneshie or Tema station (or just anywhere...). The children-I especially miss the children. "Oburuni!" Volunteering somewhere that truly needed my help. Limited choices for what I could eat instead of millions of choices. Simplicity. Bargaining. The heat and the dust. Twi. The wonderful friends that I made- Ghanaian, American, Libyan, and from any other country. People acknowledging you on the street, and not just because you're white and foreign but because you're a person. The music. Dancing. The LIFE.
But I guess missing it reminds me that it happened and that it was amazing. It reminds me that I am a changed person. It reminds me that I'm going back to school in 2 weeks to start new, or to pick off wherever life left off. I would say back to reality, but that would be to deny that Ghana was so. real.
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