An Unexpected Journey

I am sitting in the back of my sister’s shop watching television.   It is my first day at my Serere home stay and miscommunication with my family has led me to this spot.   I can tell that she is trying to please me and puts on strange American shows that I would never watch back home instead.   One of the shows is titled “Fashion Police”, in which a group of celebrities critique the fashion decisions of other celebrities.   It is entertaining to watch but I soon find myself displeased with the fact that we find satisfaction in micro-analyzing every detail of someone’s life, regardless of Hollywood status.   A few days later, I am a visitor at a neighbor’s home.   I am seated in the Ugandan equivalent of a Laz-E Boy and am treated with the highest honor because I am an American guest.   This treatment makes me feel uncomfortable because I know it is simply due to my nationality.   Suddenly, I am taken back to my sister’s shop watching pointl...

Uganda is no longer some far-away country where I wanted to go and study for four months; Uganda has become a place of comfort.   I have found myself using terms like “home” to describe a location that I desperately wanted to leave not so long ago.   I am caught up in living life where I am at that I have been neglecting some of my responsibilities (Sorry, mom!).   This is the reason for my lack in sharing many blog posts.   But I hope I have a way to make it up to you!   This post is going to contain more pictures than my previous posts and will contain short summaries of my experiences.    The cows gathering in the yard for their daily drink My rural home stay was learning the importance of being over doing.   Most of my time with my family was spent sitting around and in silence with others.   Whether it was in the “kitchen”, in the back of my brother’s shop, or in a neighbor’s home, I spent a plethora of time simply being pres...