No one knows what happened to the middle of our internship, but whoa, it's almost over! This time next week, I will be sleeping in the comfort of my own bed. It will be amazing.
Everyone is SO excited to go home, but sometimes when I'm bored at work (i.e. now), I start reminiscing about this trip and how great it was... despite the obvious fact that I'm still here/not ecstatic about it.
When I think back on my days here, little things seem to override all the drag and frustrations I've felt. Little things like spending all of Thursday trying to make dumplings and forcing each other to eat peanut butter, chocolate, and bananas wrapped in raw dough; like everyone singing Home (see below) over and over on Friday and then--as we progressed to more intense songs and finished off more bottles of wine--dancing/thrashing around the dinner table; like eating out of huge pots on Saturday and playing with orphans who, to my relief, seemed happy and loved; like sitting in silence at a bar on Sunday, tears in everyone's eyes as montages of dreams made and broken (GHANA) played over and over on the TV.
It's like my disappointment gets scrunched up into one small ball, whereas these little memories expand and exaggerate into epic moments filled with emotion, bonding, and meaning.
I guess it's comforting to know that those small moments are enough to make me look back and say that it was a good experience, despite how badly I want it to be over...
notes:
(1) related article on the psychology of holidays and what makes a vacation a happy one.
(2)related video
god of small things - arundhati roy.
ReplyDeleteit's so true. :) i loved all your stories.