On the 4th of April I arrived back from six months in Uganda. I wrote this a couple of days after being back. I hope that it helps to give a small insight into what it is like when you have done something like a gap year and what it feels like to come back. its difficult to understand and hard to put into words but I tried. Enjoy.
It's Weird
It’s weird. Being back in Britain. It almost felt like
Uganda was home. I mean, it was home for a while. It felt normal. Now that I’m
back it feels weird. And everyone is asking questions and wants to know what it’s
like but I know that I can explain for hours and never be able to fully show
them what it was like. Nobody else will experience the same stuff as I have.
And I know that’s the same for everybody, no matter where you live and how you
go about your lives, but, for example, it’s just so tough to share the
experience of living in a Ugandan village and know that not many people really
know what that feels like. And I’m not saying I really know what it feels like
because I was only there for a week. I only know a slight bit about how it
feels. But even that is so unbelievable and I want to share how it feels but I
just can’t. And I can’t even relate to the Ugandans that I was with in the
village because they have been doing this their whole lives. I’m just kinda
somewhere in the middle. But to be honest I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I
love the experiences that I’ve had. I love how my time in Uganda went. But it’s
just kinda tough, kinda weird. It is genuinely like transitioning from one
world to another and it’s just weird. Where are all the Boda Boda’s flying past
and all the taxi’s pulling over to see if you want to be picked up and taken
somewhere? Where is all the bargaining on prices? Don’t get me wrong, I love
Britain. Its home. Though everywhere where I have a bed to sleep in is really
home for me. And I love living in California. It’s just so odd to be back. For
years I knew I was going to go on a gap year. It was always looking towards the
end of high school. It was always looking towards where I was going to go on my
gap year. And then it arrived, I landed in Entebbe, Uganda. I now it’s gone.
Where did it go? I wonder where the time went. But then I look back and think
how long it feels since I’ve left. I think of all that I’ve done in only six
months.
This looks unfinished. and maybe it is. But I guess there is no finish to being back. cause you're back. not for a time span, you're just back. So that is it. My thoughts, poured onto the page. I hope this gives some insight and I also hope it helps everyone else that has done something like I did and who feels similar. I don't know how it will help but I hope it does.
Until next time.
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