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returning to / arriving in Ghana
After twenty years away, I went back to Ghana in October 2022. During my time there I wrote a few words each week on my thoughts and feelings about returning after so long. And here they are.

the goodbye sentiment
I have been avoiding updating my blog for a while. Every time I went to write something, it was either negative or sarcastic; my usual reaction when processing how to say goodbye.

the red desert
The desert is a heavy blanket that wraps you in a red heat. This is how it felt to visit Uluru in the Northern Territory for the first time.

unfamiliar faces
There is something curious about living in a place that you didn't grow up in. You have to learn the nuances of people's behaviour, the political attitudes of this new place, what their version of fun is.

turn the lights down
My thighs ache. The balls of my feet feel strained under the hard wooden floors. The temperatures rising.

the hair thing
So what exactly have I been preoccupied with? Oh I don’t know; dealing with my hair identity, my expat identity and my relationship status/identity.

the irony of impermanence
Here’s the thing about living in a new country on a one year visa; everything feels pretty impermanent, because it is.

eye openers
So last weekend I was travelling on a train minding my own business, on my way to see Do The Right Thing at the Kino Cinema on Collins Street.

making moves
I've had one big “First Step” goal since I moved to Melbourne; get a place in the city and live there.