BlogPost 3- ML
Last night was our first night at our new living arrangement. After saying goodbye to Enala, Brian, our host dad, along with divine and Tawonga, drove us to our new apartment. With mixed feelings, Amrit and I unloaded our bags from the car to move into our new home.
Moving in was an experience, to put it mildly. We go in to find our place had no water, no utensils, no fridge, a broken restroom without a door lock, no toilet seat, while the curtains fell left and right. Further, the smell from the freshly painted walls made it almost uncomfortable to breathe. Uncanningly, it seemed like a familiar feeling. It almost felt like the first day of college when your parents drop you off to be engulfed by the world. It was one of those moments when you realize what you previously had. It really made me appreciate things much more.
To be very honest, I do not want the homestay to come to an end. It feels unfair to leave when you finally make a genuine connection with your homestay family. Especially leaving my homestay brother, Divine. Within a month we have become so much closer. Being the youngest in my family, I never knew what it feels like to have younger siblings. Now I do. I don’t want it to be such a short-lived experience. Further, being able to seek advice on different issues while in Zambia has been very important to me. Coming home, having someone to call family it’s a genuine gift. That is a feeling you cannot replicate. I wish to hold on to it as much as I can, not only when I am here in Zambia but post-Zambia. I have already made plans to visit Divine and play PS with him this coming Saturday. As we head into our hectic schedule with our research for next three weeks, I hope to keep visiting them as much as I can.
One thing is for sure, I will surely miss the “muynye” jokes, Enalas food and her affection, my little madam, Brian roasting me for buying a 400K painting and my sirji Divine and his infectious hugs.
Moving in was an experience, to put it mildly. We go in to find our place had no water, no utensils, no fridge, a broken restroom without a door lock, no toilet seat, while the curtains fell left and right. Further, the smell from the freshly painted walls made it almost uncomfortable to breathe. Uncanningly, it seemed like a familiar feeling. It almost felt like the first day of college when your parents drop you off to be engulfed by the world. It was one of those moments when you realize what you previously had. It really made me appreciate things much more.
To be very honest, I do not want the homestay to come to an end. It feels unfair to leave when you finally make a genuine connection with your homestay family. Especially leaving my homestay brother, Divine. Within a month we have become so much closer. Being the youngest in my family, I never knew what it feels like to have younger siblings. Now I do. I don’t want it to be such a short-lived experience. Further, being able to seek advice on different issues while in Zambia has been very important to me. Coming home, having someone to call family it’s a genuine gift. That is a feeling you cannot replicate. I wish to hold on to it as much as I can, not only when I am here in Zambia but post-Zambia. I have already made plans to visit Divine and play PS with him this coming Saturday. As we head into our hectic schedule with our research for next three weeks, I hope to keep visiting them as much as I can.
One thing is for sure, I will surely miss the “muynye” jokes, Enalas food and her affection, my little madam, Brian roasting me for buying a 400K painting and my sirji Divine and his infectious hugs.
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