friendship – discovery

reliability

It always strikes me funny that my father brings up people who were part of my childhood, and asks me how they are doing as if they are all still in my life. Even though I have amazing people in my life who have been there every step of my degree, my parents still remember the kids I grew up with in elementary school better than the names of those important people in my life now. I am not sure why. Perhaps it is because I let them be more involved in my life back then, and now they don’t know the people who I care about. This is definitely a sign that I should spend more time with them and introduce my friends to them– I shall add that to my new year’s resolution.

Childhood friendships were a lot more innocent and simpler. I think I’m lucky to have two close friends from back then, now (SL, PT). Both live in the States now, but even that hasn’t gotten in the way of us being there for each other and keeping in touch. I love that. Every new year, I reflect on the people I care about and love and it surprises me how many years has gone by in those truly meaningful friendships: ER, MW, KL, KZ, ML. They have been there always, without fail, year after year. They are people I see less than once a month, but who’re always on the same page as me when we do find time to meet up and catch up. They are people I want in my life well past college. I love them. There was never any doubt about that, or of our trust.

I am a very lucky, blessed girl, and I have so much to look forward to this year (and onwards). For that fact, I still say prayers of thanks.

Where is…

The past two weeks after exams ended have been full of meetups and errands, on top of extra shifts I took on for last minute cash before I leave Vancouver. One night, after a particularly eventful day, my girl friend came over for a sleepover and she asked me a seemingly innocent question: Where is this place you’re going to? Mind you, I’ve been rambling about going to Uganda for the past four months, and so it caught me by surprise. “Uganda! What do you mean, ‘where am I going’, silly, I’m going to Africa!”

“But think about it again: what does that mean, ‘I’m going to Africa’?” she pressed, “Where is Africa?”

The thing I value most about friendships is the honest perspective I get on the important (and some less important) decisions I make… and in that moment I really, truly, appreciated her frankness with me. Though I’ve taken SOCI 435 with Professor Dawn Currie (an amazing sociology prof, by the way), and though I’ve written papers and read articles on the ethics and experiences of international service learning and international development… I was caught off guard, and I didn’t know what to answer with.

Africa is the second largest and second most populous continent after Asia. This is what you get when you Google “Africa”. I am going to Uganda, where it is often dubbed the ‘pearl of Africa’… so in my mind I have images of beautiful lakes, exotic animals, loving and hospitable people, all swept up in a perfectly scenic postcard photograph. “But where is Uganda??” my friend pressed.

I don’t know! I have no idea ‘where’ Africa is, much less ‘where’ Uganda is. These places haven’t yet been programmed into my mind’s geography… I only know the semantics of its existence. In some ways that is really sad, because there are people and animals and living beings who aren’t represented in my experience of the world. How can I not be as aware of the world as I should be, if we are all part of what we call ‘humankind’? What is it that allows us to live our daily lives often in blissful ignorance of what goes on in the world beyond the daily headlines?

I’m apprehensive as the week before my departure begins. I am a second closer to a trip that I truly, personally, believe will change how I view myself, my education, the world, people, life, love, and all things important in my college journey of self discovery. I’m excited for all this.. but just like with any new thing, it can be a difficult thing to adjust to, and to accept.

I think the most important question I will ask myself during my three months away will be: “Where is my knowledge of culture, being, identity, law, education, etc…. coming from? Where do I place myself in the global, grand scheme of things? Who am I as a student?” I hope I can come back to this question in four months and answer it with more wisdom than I can attempt to right now.

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“Where is my future headed, from this experience?”