Now that the contrast isn’t so immediate, a surprising amount of things are similar.
I’ve still abandoned driving in favour of public transit and walking. I still get close enough to strangers to smell their breakfast during my commute to town.
I’m still in a new house with new roommates. I’m still getting used to a new foods that I buy from new stores.
I’m still working from an unfamiliar office with new colleagues. I still take frequent Skype calls and relish in crunching data.
I’m still building relationships with new people. I’m still deepening relationships with people I knew before arrival.
I still lost my baggage at one stage of my journey. I still boarded four different flights before arriving.
I’m still learning to understand the reality of local social injustices.
Maybe moving to Ghana only felt so different because it was the first time.
Maybe moving anywhere involves the same set of uncertainties. Maybe my training in culture shock, self-care and privilege recognition allow me to see each new place through the same set of lenses. Maybe I’ve somehow made adaptation my anchor.
I sure hope so.
Wasn’t sure about posting this, since I didn’t know if it fit the purpose of my blog. But then I realised, hey, my blog is meant to explore my emotions about working in development, no matter where I am. I took ample time to unpack my emotions about Ghana. I’m damn well going to unpack my emotions about Canada as well. Thanks for reading 🙂