"Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends." -Maya Angelou
Call me crazy, (as I often do, myself) but I'm starting to pack to go on a 4.5 month adventure. Please wonder, (as I often do, myself) how I am going to fit everything into approximately 2 suitcases. Guess that's part of the reason I've been putting off packing for so long.
Jonathan just left for France, and Jed just left to head back to his place after we were all together for his birthday. I'm quickly reminded that I'm once again the "only child" until I leave, and I am also reminded just how much that sucks. Sorry mom and dad, but its quite boring here. Maybe that's part of the reason I'm finally starting to pack.
I'm headed to Ghana, Africa. Why not? I'll spend 131 days in the "armpit" of the continent of Africa attending the University of Ghana - Legon; attempting to shove off my own greenness of the world. I fly there and back alone and I know approximately one other person that is going. Ergo, I call this an adventure.
I'm leaving beautiful friends and family and my dog behind. They will surely be missed, but they didn't quite make the cut ;) I will fly to Toronto, then Frankfurt, then finally to Accra, Ghana.
My mother asked me what time I will arrive in Toledo. She meant to say Toronto, but it didn't come out that way. Then the thought crossed my mind, "How horribly anti-climactic it would be if I end up in Ohio."
I've had about 8 shots in preparation, and I'm on anti-malarial drugs already. With passports and visas and fees and medical priming and plenty of other headaches, I can't wait to get going.
If you can keep up, check back to keep updated on my escapades. Hopefully I'll inspire you.