The HIGHEST HIGHS and the lowest lows
There is no doubt that there are highs and lows when studying abroad. One minute, you can be having an amazing conversation with a Ghanaian, the next, someone may be trying to talk to you and they get frustrated because you cannot understand them. You can have a fantastic day at work, but get stuck in traffic on a trotro that is filled to compacity; no breathing room, no air condition, and the sun beaming directly down on you. A month...
And off she went, to change the world
The day before I left to start this amazing journey, I felt as if my heart would explode with all of these emotions that I couldn’t express. I was excited to experience a different culture, I was excited to meet my host family. However, I was also nervous about the unknown. I didn’t know what my field placement would be like, I didn’t know what my routine would be like, and I was practicing social work for the first time! One mistake...
Zambia Has My Heart
I miss Africa. I miss the people. I miss the culture. I miss the genuine happiness that everyone carried. It has now been 3 months since my trip to Zambia and I miss it more and more with each day that goes by. Those people will never know the impact that they have truly had on my life forever. My friends and I talk all the time about how much we miss Zambia and its people. I am so thankful to have had the opportunity to visit this...
Packing for success
Packing up and moving for 5 months is not an easy feat. Especially when you have to add baggage weight limitations and the ability to take everything you have on the go. Then you add in the fear of something being lost or stolen, and it turns into an even more overwhelming task. I somehow managed to take a carry on, backpack, and one checked bag with me for my semester in Barcelona. When I arrived I noticed that many...
UA in Oxford: Upon Return
It has been one month since I arrived back home from Oxford! I catch myself missing my sweet little English spots nearly every day. Looking back on my adventures, I can now say with full assurance that my month abroad enriched my life in so many ways. When I arrived in America, I was so excited to see my family, friends, and eat Chick-Fil-A again! After our long return flight (full of lots of turbulence and not much sleep), I was...
“Welcome back! Welcome home!”
After almost a whole day of flying, I was just hours away from landing in Accra. During different times of the flight I came across others who asked me questions out of curiosity. Where are you from? How many times have you been to Ghana? What are you doing here? Was it that obvious that I was not from Ghana? Did I really stick out like a sore thumb? Either way, each time I was eager to repeat my entire explanation of how I ended up...