Anticipation! It's makin' me wait, keepin' me late!

As I ponder my departure to a foreign land full of malaria, Twi, and taro, I would like to thank Julianna for the title of this blog. Without you, it would be impossible for me to so cleverly update you on my potentially life-altering, exotic future endeavors. Of course, there are the inevitable worries: no electricity, British imperialism, and of course, the lack of high quality Kosher food.

I sit upon my comfy bed here at 54 Ballard on the eve my departure, my heart heavy with trepidation accompanied with an odd, yet simple grace of eager anticipation. Though I am tired and seem to have a bit of a cold, I know that any qualms and anxious sentiments will disintegrate into the warm sun of Western Africa.

Ever since the seventh grade, I have been determined to experience Africa first hand. I wanted to live in the land, to understand the culture, to be ingrained in the powerful history of Africa. Now, in these tumultuous times, I will rise above each and every AIG executive and Roberto Micheletti* to achieve something more, to make this world a better place. I will finally be able to pursue my dream, and I am forever indebted to those who have made this experience possible, especially my seventh grade English teacher.

I cannot say for certain how Ghana will affect me, nor can I predict how I will affect the proud nation of Ghana. For now, I will leave you with this ancient Ghanian proverb: One should never rub bottoms with a porcupine.

* The leader of Honduras' de facto government following the nation's sad and unfortunate coup.