The Beginning
While cooking breakfast this morning I was also making notes in my journal, and as I walked to the stove to remove my eggs the page turned back to the first day of my African journey. I’ve kept a journal since I was 8 years old, and my favorite part is going back occasionally to read entries from long ago, and having the sights, smells, and emotions rush back to you. This was a particularly exciting day for me as I left the protective womb of the Peace Corps and ventured out on my own. I thought I would share a little blurb with you.
4 April 2009
It just occurred to me that I could be in the US right now if I wanted to. I’m sitting in a bus station in Pretoria and I just had that feeling that I could be in the US waiting to go somewhere familiar, somewhere with friends I’ve known forever. For some reason it seemed like a very strange thought…
This is it! I’m on the bus, and my adventure is officially beginning. I feel as though I’m floating. Maybe sitting on the 2nd story of the bus, looking out a huge window, and listening to “Such Great Heights” has something to do with that.
Ha, I remember that moment. It feels like a million years ago.