If I was to have imagined myself getting robbed, I probably wouldn't have pictured it happening in Chattanooga, Tennessee. I go to school in New York City, and I lived in Africa for four months. But my hypothetical imagination forgot to knock on wood, so it's no surprise at all that I arrived home to a burglar in my parents' Excursion at 3 a.m. this morning.
At first, I wondered why my father was in the car so late. Then I saw a pair of stupid mitten gloves. Tired, angry and suddenly aware that a stranger was crawling through my car, I did the first thing that came to mind. I chased after the mitten-wearing scum-bag, waking my retired neighbors with a slew of threatening profanities spewing out of my small, 5'3" frame.
My dad ran outside quickly after, but the criminal had already disappeared down the side of the mountain. Thanks to good timing and spontaneous stupidity, nothing was stolen. A note to future criminals: Don't mess with short people... or families of martial artists.
Akwaaba. Welcome to America. I've been home for three and a half days and consumed three venti Americanos from Starbucks and an absurd amount of American fast food. I have no warm clothes and am wearing my mother's Uggs to keep from freezing. But life is great. There's nothing like the holidays to revert you back to everything you ever were in your childhood (like a fat ass, for instance).
Africa is a long distance away now. And as ecstatic as I am over 89 cent tacos from Taco Bell (not a joke), I miss Ghana a lot. I formed new friendships with Ghanaians and Americans, thrived in a very different and accepting culture and enjoyed 90-degree weather for four months. The amount of times I've checked our school's NYU - Accra facebook page speaks for my separation anxiety on its own.
However, times are changing, and I'm exciting to create new adventures back in Chattanooga, Tennessee, and in New York when I return. Our world is equally bizarre, and I'll be looking a bit harder this time around to explore its quirks.
But for now, I'm off to Barnes and Nobles for more Starbucks and the blessing of cheap magazines.