We’ve made a terrible mistake
Bags quietly hit the floor and we remove our shoes.
She gently draws the curtains and we peer through accordion bars at a yellowish-gray wall, neatly crowned with spiraling barbed wire.
Nobody getting in here
Or out
Light filters in, but it’s a musty, flaccid light, with little soul, or flare.
We exchange a silent glance and survey the room. Fresh paint, clean enough, but uninspiring, at best.
The boys run up and down the endless hallway, a burst of nervous, shouted energy.
look at this room!
this place is so big!
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There’s an inevitable moment in every transition, prerequisite to finding peace with a move.
Sometimes it’s subtle and understated, others it’s a hammer, knocking you for a loop, taking your reason and sapping your spirit. It usually visits once you’ve grabbed a sense for shocks and cultures, once you’ve encountered the realization that your life, as lived to this moment, is now,
here
Often, it comes calling about two weeks in.
This time, it happened in two hours.
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I’m not great with transitions.
To wit:
I arrive home after weekly football a sweaty mess. I pull open the front door and step inside, and need a couple minutes to stand, survey the room, process what was and what now is.
Gentle coaxing from my family reminds me that I’ve done this before and know what to do. With concerted effort I manage to pull off my socks and make my way into the shower.
So, now.
Imagine this same guy, but instead of getting home from football it’s arriving in West Africa after ten hours onboard a restless overnight, plus two hours navigating immigration at Kotoka.
A surprising and unnerving transit to our new apartment
do all the street merchants walk right up to the car?
and we’re not quite right.
Jet lagged, overloaded, shaky.
But, together.
With the ones who matter most.
And slowly, steadily. It gets better.
We sleep. We unpack, sock by sock.
We meet our colleagues, destined to become our friends. We explore our new neighborhood, encountering locals with the warmest, brightest smiles.
They greet, tell us
you are welcome
and it feels true.
The boys adjust, twice as quickly as we do, and their happiness fuels our own.
We lean on each other, open our eyes to the beauty, fire, and abundance of love that is Accra.
We fight through the less frequent tears.
And as we grow into home, we understand.
We’ve made a glorious mistake
This is a beautiful reflection on such a huge transition!! I love, love, love your last line – we’ve made a glorious mistake. I look forward to reading more.
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I felt the uneasiness of transition to anew place, the strength that comes from being with the loved ones, and the realisation that it’s all going to be ok, and probably even more than ok.
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It’s been amazing. Not without challenges, but worth it all. 😉
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Wow! Love this post. I like how it confused me at first and slowly became clearer – just like how you must have felt. Good luck to you and your family.
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What a lovely piece; I was drawn in from your images in the opening lines and you kept me reading (and wondering!) where you were and if you’d make it! Now I can’t wait to explore your other posts!
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“They greet, tell us ‘you are welcome’ and it feels true.” 😄
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Great piece of writing. Makes me think that life is really all about glorious mistakes. Thanks for putting this down for the rest of us who can’t articulate it so well.
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Your posts are so well-written. You unfold the story so skillfully. I really feel what you are feeling. Good luck with the move. Like you said, transitions can be hard.
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I just love glorious mistakes. They take us on the most magical journeys.
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“We’ve made a glorious mistake’…thank you for making this “mistake”.For in it, I have personally benefited.
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As have we!
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