I thought I would be smacked in the face by culture shock. I thought I would have a tough time identifying with old friends. I thought it would be hard to find conversation subjects that don’t eventually work themselves around to “In Benin it’s like this” stories. I thought I’d be bored.
The ease and comfort at which I slid back into an American lifestyle surprised the hell out of me. Turns out, I love washing machines, dishwashers, and diet soda. America is great! And, my parents live in Nicest Town In The World, USA. I’m serious. People over here are the friendliest in the world. It’s wonderful.
The trip home has been very therapeutic. It’s allowed my finance and I to focus on our relationship instead of running a small
business non-profit. Certainly, it’s been lovely having high-speed internet 24 hours a day. Even lovelier is the fact that Bertrand and I can take our laptops downstairs into the living room and work while watching VH1’s America’s Next Top Model marathon. Shallow? Sure, but I think that’s one of the reasons it’s so hard to live in Cotonou. I just don’t get that many opportunities to veg.
Speaking of vegging, I turned off the television when the Iowa caucus started. At 11, I checked the results and was pleasantly surprised by the Democratic nomination. I really have no idea whom I’m going to vote for, but my children will be mixed and raised who-knows-where. It’s encouraging to see a black man as a serious contender for Leader Of The Free World. About damn time.
We’ve only got one week left, and so much work to do. It’s hard to seriously think about blogging when we have websites to design and a business plan to (re)write. Merry Christmas. Happy New Year. And hellsyeah, it’s nice to be home.