All good things come to an end…
I returned to Halifax almost a week ago: to the cold and the dark, and to the warmth and comfort of my husband’s arms and our new home. It is really nice to be back with a new perspective and appreciation for the little things: the fresh Maritime air, catching the sunrise on my way to work, drinking water from the tap, eating dark chocolate, and using a washing machine… My re-integration has been smooth and I’ve been busying myself with things that I really enjoy while at home – such as cooking, hiking, and visiting the Farmer’s Market!
I was nervous about going back to work, but so far I have been easing back into it with minimal anxiety. Dan and I start each day with a long walk into town and meet up at a coffeeshop at the end of the day for a latte before heading home. Being outdoors is the only way that I can stave off the winter blues and I’m sure it has helped to ward off the post-leave depression that I tend to experience when I’m face-to-face with reality. Perhaps if the absence is lengthy enough, reality is something you begin to crave. It is nice to be home, and I sincerely mean it this time.
And while I could write volumes about everything that I learned in Africa, it all boils down to a few key takeaways. The world is beautiful and inspiring, as it is cruel and unfair, however:
- There is no greater virtue than patience
- There is no resource more precious than water
- Empathy is the best soul food
- Personal freedom is absolutely priceless
- The significance of a society without racial discrimination must never be forgotten
Until next time… may the força be with you!