Sunday, May 3, 2009

I think my home stay mom is catching on to me. For weeks I've been skipping lunch in the hopes of not gaining weight. She insists that I gain weight so now my portions have been doubled. I am eating for four!

I don't know if I've ever mentioned how much I despise porridge. One morning it was so bad I couldn't eat it and after that they didn't feed me porridge. Except, my homestay mom is very smart and she somehow found a way for me to tell her that I liked it. So it is back.

And it is so bad that today I waited for them to leave so I could flush it down the toilet. And I know there are starving children in China. But if you ever had to eat porridge maybe you would understand.

I think my family finds me very odd. Two days ago I woke up from a nightmare where my sister was wearing all my clothes. It was so horrible that I couldn't get back to sleep. And then I realized that I hadn't seen my camera so I was shuffling around looking for it.

Funny thing is, in Ghana people don't have set sleeping patterns. So my whole family was up at three in the morning doing lord knows what. The next day they asked me why I was shouting in my room.

I don't remember talking to myself but chances are if my camera was missing I was probably swearing under my breath.

No worries. I found it. All is good.
In the hours I'm not working on this huge paper I'm usually at my homestay watching cartoons and I'm sure my family also finds that bizarre. I don't know what's getting into me, the other day there was some implicit remote wars going on.

See, VIASAT plays Friends at 8:30. I am a little homesick which means Friends is a very nice end to a very nice day. But that night my homestay mom's sister (she has six... and two brothers!) was over and was watching a poorly executed game show about traffic signs.

Playing with the radio last Saturday I realized that Ryan Seacrest comes on from noon - 2 pm. And you know I've been dying for some 'Womanizer'. I'm a little embarrassed to say how blissful it was to hear the Jonas Brothers. I mean, hearing that music is such a high point.

Let's just say my homestay family caught me dancing to Lady Gaga's Pokerface. I didn't even know they were watching. At the end of these weeks I can't imagine if I'm getting a little crazed.

Do I like it here? Of course. Is it hard? Yeah. Do I miss home? Duh.

Now that I think about it, it's so close. It'll be nice to be home.
The other day my homestay sister was looking at the label on the Carnation milk. I laughed because she was looking at a rice and cheese casserole. I tried telling her that back home it's a cooking milk. People here drink milk out of cans, or it's hydrated and I'm not sure if it's because of the lactose intolerance or how hard it is to produce, package and export milk.

Anywho. I have a 30 page paper I need to finish. Wish me luck.
It's hard to believe all I have standing between me and home is 2 weeks, a 30 page paper and a presentation.

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