Four weeks ago I boarded a plane filled to the brim with American medical students and their pets. I suppose all of us had the same idea: to go home for a well-deserved Christmas break. For some of us, ie. me, this simple vacation turned into a total mental test.
It all started at the airport. Being surrounded by fifty plus American twenty-something year olds after living in rural Grenada on a modest stipend does not help with culture shock. I couldn’t believe that this was what I was going back to. I can’t really describe a particular event that threw me over the edge. Rather, it was the culmination of a three-hour waiting period filled with observing interactions that are so completely different from the Grenadian norm.
Fast-forward twenty-four hours, I get to take my first hot shower of the year! Except, my body no longer appreciates the heat. For the entirety of those ten-minutes, and every shower afterwards, my skin crawled and creeped, very much confused by the cranked up temperature. Whilst I still complain about my cold showers (Grenada gets rather chilly this time of year), my body appreciates the return of normalcy.
Living in a small-island developing nation sure twists your perspectives on the everyday life. I am so thankful to have been able to go home and visit my family. My Grenadian co-workers have told me I blossomed like a flower while I was gone and have returned refreshed. I’m not so sure about the flower part, but I definitely feel a renewed sense of excitement. I have all of my projects for the year planned out and have decided on what’s in store for me in 2014 when I complete my service. So, 2013, I’m ready for ya, let’s get started!
|December in Grenada.|
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