I’m sitting at home wondering: Did the past two months really happen? If it weren’t for the over three hundred pictures proving that I went to Africa, I would be convinced that the past two months have been a dream. I’m sure that just yesterday I was sitting in bed dreaming about the day I would go to Africa. It was supposed to be someday in the future when I would have an incredible experience that would change my life. But that someday already happened. It’s done; I’m back – my life is changed, I am changed and I’m wondering, what now?
That’s the only problem when you’re dreams come true; what happens after? I mean going to Africa has been number one of my list of things to do and it’s checked off. And I still have my whole life ahead of me so how do I top that? Well the answer is obvious: go back, go for longer and see more of Africa. I only got a small taste of a small part of the continent and am hungry for more.
I read something in a book recently that had a profound effect on me. It said we should beware of using the word “someday”. This ambiguous word can cause us to continuously put off our dreams until they never come true. One elderly person I talked to about my trip said, “I had always dreamed about going to Africa ‘someday'” and guess what? she never did. Since reading this, I’ve become very conscious of using the word and try to avoid it. I didn’t save Africa for “someday” and I’m so glad I didn’t.
Now jet lag is setting in so I’m going to say goodnight before this turns into incoherent babbling…