That night, Kimmie and I met up with some other expats living in Accra, and we all went out for a drink together. It was then that I discovered that apparently Accra has quite a nightlife scene, something I didn't partake in on that occasion, but good to know for the future. It seemed like I was starting to feel at home.
On Saturday and Sunday though, once I was back to fending for myself, it really started to hit me how uncomfortable I was in this new place. Yes, I've traveled a lot before, but moving to a new place is an entirely different story, let alone to a place that's about as different as a place could be. But even through the discomfort, I'm constantly aware that this is what I wanted; this is what I sought out. As uncomfortable as it is at the moment, it is this discomfort that I wanted. I'm a strong believer that pushing yourself leads to growth, and so I do the best I can never to be too comfortable where I am. If I'm not pushing myself, I'm dong something wrong.
Fortunately though, work offers a very welcomed reprieve from the harsh realities of life in the developing world. On Sunday evening, when I was preparing for my first real week at work, where I would actually be doing something rather than just preparing to do something, I got so excited at the prospect of being back in a place that I understood. For all of its differences, Google in Ghana is still Google, and the culture at Google is something I know and understand well. What's more, the Ghana Country Lead, Estelle, is finally back in the office, and she's phenomenal. I couldn't ask for someone better to help me settle in and show me the ropes.
And so we're onto week two! All I need to do now is figure out what exactly I'm going to be doing for the next nine and a half months. I can't wait.
|Another yummy Ghanaian meal.
|You can find all sorts of random animals roaming the streets of Accra.
|A run down car just decaying on the street.
|Ghanaians seem to have a thing for Obama,
perhaps because he visited the country last year.
|The promised picture of a woman carrying items on her head.
You can't tell here, but this is actually a very young girl.
|Construction stopped midway through the process, now used for hanging clothes.
|A typical sight in Accra.
|Democracy at work.
|My Western reprieve from the harsh realities of Accra.
|A painting a bought from an artist on the street.
Apparently the masks are called "Freedom Masks"