Well, this past 2 months has been a whirlwind.
Where do I begin so I don’t lose you in the end? Maybe we
can go backward. Last Friday, our evacuation status was lifted, and all the
volunteers in my region were green lighted to go back to our sites. About 39
days before that, we were emergency evacuated out of our homes (in the middle
of the night, in my case) due to an incident that happened in the city.
Out of respect for my friends and the topic being so
over-discussed among us here in Ghana in this past month, I’m not going to talk
about what happened. (But I’m 100% that you can Google it.)
So long story short, we were assumed to be in a dangerous
position, so Peace Corps pulled us out, and took us to sub offices where we
spent the next month slumping around/twirling our thumbs waiting to go back.
I got a phone call at about noon that day, and it wasn’t
until 11pm that I was picked up and carried on despite me rushing to pack in 2
hours thinking they were outside my door any minute. My poor counterpart and
his wife waited up all night with me until I was picked up. The closest to any
pair of Asian parents ever in Ghana.
In the beginning it was sort of cool. I mean, beside the
whole we were in possible danger thing, evacuation was sort of like a
mini-vacation. Got a nice ride to the office. Electricity. Internet. Food
availability. An oven. Ceiling fans. And we weren’t even paying for any of it? Awesome.
