December 20, 2010
I live with a seven year old, now. A seven year old in my room, and my parents down the hall. Brothers on the left - a visiting high school friend of one brother usually on the couch.
I graduated this weekend, and in the midst of grinning at the people around me throwing their caps in the air, I thought of the diversity in our group - the girl beside me returning home to Colorado for a job in production, my housemate across the room soon to be at grad school at USC, another friend working with a Spanish radio station. And me, becoming roommates with a seven year old, and preparing to return to a place where I wrestled with the deepest parts of me.
I had plans to move to Washington, DC before I became Beta's roommate. They were the practical kind of plans - like a room to live in, job interviews - two contracting deals. I knew where I was headed, and what I was doing.
And I felt uneasy. Uneasy with all my plans.
I trusted my gut when something inside me said that I needed to return to Africa, instead.
I'll be blogging my journey over the next few months, from Northern CA, where I live in a corner bedroom with my sister. I have a small desk with a pull top in a corner of my father's office. I have half of a closet filled with pink ballet shoes and doll houses, leggings and small turtle necks. I took a bath last night in our claw foot tub with sister's basket of bath toy's hanging near me - my little ponies, Vanity Fair and wet hair. If I could have taken a self portrait of myself, I would have stuck it in a journal to keep and look back on someday - to remember the months I spent here, choosing the path less traveled by. Wouldn't Robert Frost be proud?
Here, in a town my mother's friend whispered was the "most gossiping small town in California" this morning, as she kissed my face, I'll be freelancing for a few months. I'll be getting my business, the Nakate Project, off the ground. I'll be educating myself further on the ins and outs of microfinance, in order to set up a program in the Luwero district, and (hopefully) teach some classes while I'm there.
I'll be spending a lot of time at the coffee shop down the street. I'll be traveling back and forth to LA and San Francisco when I need city lights, and the ebb and flow of people, again.
I'll be leaving for Africa in May or June.