First came relief. After 20 hours combined spent enclosed in airplanes and two days of travel, there comes a sense of relief to be home. After three weeks of hitting the ground running and cramming every experience possible into the field school, it felt odd to not have anything on the schedule whatsoever. There were things about home that I was excited for, a shower being one of them, my beautiful city being another. For much of my life I have felt that Vancouver was my place, and I had finally arrived home to my family, my friends, and my life.
Then came the disillusion, disconnectedness, and confusion. During our classroom week at UVic, a whole 5 weeks ago, we shared what we anticipated to be the biggest challenges for us in South Africa. One person mentioned the fact that 16 people would be together - all the time. Another brought up the chaotic nature of the trip and how we would not be able to plan for everything. I personally believed that my biggest challenge would be confronting the culture shock that was sure to happen in South Africa, but also when we returned to Canada. I was drawing from my experience returning from Ethiopia three years ago. Though I was only there for a week and a half, it was hard for me to feel like anything was relevant anymore. It felt wrong to sit idly in a desk at school
I felt the same disillusionment once more after South Africa. How could I lay in bed for an entire day when just the week before I was working with my colleagues on the Youth Food Security Farm in N'wamitwa?
After that day of recuperation, I found myself perusing the UBC bookstore while waiting for my girlfriend to finish class. Being a UBC student, I was well aware that a lot on campus can change in just three weeks. The bookstore has undergone massive renovations, amounting to at least $5 million, for the purposes of retail expansion. It now sells literally everything, including gardening supplies, shoes, UBC apparel, board games, books, textbooks, Apple products, and a new MEC outlet. On the one hand, it's impressive. On the other, it's incredibly disheartening. I left the bookstore feeling disgusted with the mass consumerism present in just one area of my school.
The disillusionment persisted throughout the day, as I later found myself downtown in Pacific Centre, then later on Granville Island to catch a play that my dad had given me tickets for. One day, I was in South Africa, the next, the booming city of Vancouver with everything at my fingertips. It all just seemed so irrelevant.
Just yesterday, I had gone to see a movie - Rio 2, obviously, because kids movies are my favourite. Delighted that it was still light out when the movie finished at 9:00, I decided to walk partway of my journey home down Burrard. I've always loved the bustle of activity and the skyscrapers downtown, but this time I didn't feel the same connection I had always held. Maybe it was the jet lag I'm still battling, maybe it was the exhaustion, but when I finally boarded a bus home, my mind started to blur. Somehow I held it together until my stop came, and in the short walk to my door everything came undone. This little breakdown was the manifestation of all of this, all of my thoughts about being home and my confusion about it, that I had expected earlier on. Needless to say, re-adjusting to my life here will be a challenge.
South Africa, as cliché as it is, has grabbed hold of me. I've no doubt that I will be making a return trip sooner than I think. Aside from all these crazy emotions and the negativity, I still look at the entire experience as a huge success and a major enrichment to my life. Did it change my life? Probably. I feel connected to South Africa in ways that I don't feel about anywhere else I've been. I have forged relationships with my field school colleagues (none of whom I knew beforehand) and with people we worked in in South Africa that I hope to keep forever. My heart is there, so maybe I will find a way, as I always do, to direct my studies and future career path to the southernmost nation of my favourite continent. The thing about leaving your heart in Africa is that you'll always find your way back.
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| Sunset in Joppie, N'wamitwa |


