I’ve now been in Rwanda for a month and some weeks now and I think it’s safe to say that I’m just beginning to finally settle in (a more insightful post to follow in the coming days). I’ve experienced more culture shock here than I ever did in the States. At first, I fought the changes, more or less. As someone who left my parents’ home at 18 and someone who has gotten used to starting over in new places, braving the new and unknown on my own while never experiencing homesickness, Rwanda was beginning to change all that. I found myself missing home, missing people I had rarely seen even when we were in the same country. The odd thing being missing a country that I didn’t realize had become my home, even if I still felt like an “other” at times.
The pictures below show my home here in Rwanda. I live in Kacyiru, a neighborhood full of government offices and various NGO headquarters. It’s peaceful here (despite what you may have read in the news). When I’m not at work, I’m usually dwelling here in this very garden. Sometimes with my head buried in a book. Sometimes lost in my thoughts. It’s quiet here, except for the birds, but I don’t mind them. My mind doesn’t race as much as it did in the States. I find myself feeling much calmer, less anxious about things. I’m also writing and journaling more. I’ve read more books during my time here than the last 3 years put together. I feel like I’m slowly getting back to the parts of me I’d long forgotten.
In a few days, I’ll be turning 26. This will be the first birthday I celebrate in this country since I was 5.
Anyway, until next post.