Even though my internship in Ghana is a time and place very, very far removed from my current realities of air-conditioned apartments, eat-all-you-can dining hall meals, sociology class readings, and white people discourses, I still think about that little town in the north of Ghana very often.
Written 1 year and 2 months ago, and saved as a draft post.
Dug up 1 year and 2 months later, because here I am in my air-conditioned office room, trying to map out my 5-year plan (a new year’s wish I made at Christmas), as the faint nostalgia of a floaty, drifty, meandering time of the past starts to set in.
Wait, wait. Hold on a sec. Was it only last year when I was still irresponsible and reckless? Wholly surrendering to my naiveté, letting it take lead as I made decisions based almost solely on how I felt at that instant?
A floaty, drifty, meandering time when I made decisions for a Long Term that only went as far ahead as one, two, three months later.
Now my Long Term extends to one, two, three years from now.
Graduate school, career, personal savings.
What, unsure, not enough.
Not exactly a bad thing, though. I think it’s when you’re so set on a certain path, when you don’t allow space for meandering, that you forget there are other ways to get to where you want to go.
Also, that word leaves a bad taste. “Career”. Reminds me of Snake and Ladders.