Settling In To A New Home Abroad
We've been living abroad in Uganda now for a few weeks, and already I feel my life morphing into something new.
There's something about being here that's causing this thick layer of dead skin to shed, that for years, has been hanging around and dragging me into dark alleys and dead ends. Being away from the noise of everyday life and opinion back home in America has left me ambushed by my own thoughts, a freeing sensation that demands of me to reinvent myself. It's a freedom that's a little scary but thrilling at the same time. Something about being far away from home makes you feel invincible, as if you have nothing to prove. You can go as you please, taste new flavors, be daring, and dig into the wildest desires you've kept locked away for so long.
As my life continues to evolve, my son's life is just beginning as every day feels brand-spanking new. I watch intently as he lives and thrives in an environment completely different from back home. The sight of burnt orange dirt roads filled with clouds of dust and smoke... the excited faces and outstretched arms of everyone ready to hold and welcome him...the oily yet appetizing smell of chapati and cassava chips cooking on the street side... the roar of the boda bodas' engines as they take passengers from one destination to the next...all this he takes in for the first time as I watch him in wonder, and wonder what he thinks of his new home. I question, hesitantly, whether I made the right choice bringing him here even though deep down I know I made the best and necessary one.
The never-ending noise and blaring music is a stark contrast to the chirping birds and leaves blowing in the wind in our quiet suburb back home in New York. My hands cover his ears as protection from the loud construction taking place all around us as he learns to sleep through the sounds of drills and plows throughout the day. This is home now. As he sleeps, I enjoy whatever form of me-time I'm granted before his eyes meet mine once again. We anticipate papa coming home from work to complete our family before day's end, and continue to live out the rest of our story.