Who woulda thunk?
I don’t think this is an appropriate time to summarize my trip. I’m sitting in Michael’s office, Amy Rambo just arrived from the airport, and things are hustling/bustling to get ready for the airport. It’s 10pm here and we leave for the airport at 6:15am. And what you don’t know is that some times when I blog, I cry. It’s just the way I roll. But usually I’m sitting in my house, at my computer desk or in my favorite chair, and it is an okay time to cry about something. This isn’t a good time, so I can’t let my mind go there.
I hear Luke and Kwame Michael playing in the background and I want to be with them. I hear Margaret talking and saying goodbye to my family and I want to see the moment when she walks out the screen door. My back is Anna who is furiously writing thank you notes to “obronis” (white folks) in the USA and I would rather be looking at her in the face. I’m wondering what funny thing Maggie is doing, knowing that if I could be seeing her and laughing, this lump in my throat might disintegrate.
So I’ll go. But know that your prayers have been answered. My heart has been changed. My life has been changed. I can join the club of people who love Ghana. You will get MANY pictures when I get home and many more reflective posts- showing that I really can process events and pull something meaningful out of them.
But I’m gonna go find Maggie now.