The First Ten Days

Have been awesome. In a strange way, I feel at home here. Often times we, the whole group or at least a few people, will sit out on the porch either reading or talking, and the time here slows down and the days get longer, and feel hotter, and yet it isnt later or hotter than in the states, and yet, in that humidity, with the conversations floating along, I seem to realize life is happening. I seem to feel the most in the moment I have had in a while, especially coming from hectic new york, where the time speeds up and the air just dirties everything (don't get me wrong, I do also love new york, but nothing beats the peacefulness of life here). But here the world lightens up in a way that is very familiar to me. Moments of magic happen, as cheesy as that sounds, but moments where you dont think about what you are doing, or where you are going or where you just were, moments where you are present completely tend to happen so often here. From spontaneously breaking out into a dance party in the rain to Ghanaian drummers, after the Cape Coast Castle closed, or just finally stumbling to the top of an excruciatingly long climb, or hearing the sound of the most gorgeous waterfall I have ever seen, here moments of greatness occur in a rare frequency. And that is how life should be, and this place reminds me of how life should be, hopefully I can keep that going when I leave here. Surely, you cant spell Home with the Ho.