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December 3, 2012

Home is…

Every day I’m feeling more comfortable here in Sierra Leone.  I noticed that, in my ongoing journal the other day, and for the first time, I wrote, “On my way home…”  And it is feeling more like “home”.  For instance, I can navigate my little bungalow in total darkness now as if I’d lived here for years (though I do mostly have a flashlight in hand or headlamp on…I might step on a scorpion!).  But today, as I rode my bike to the village market, I was regaled with cordial greetings from students, neighbors, villagers, and fellow lecturers…like I belonged.

As most of you know, I’ve always enjoyed the pleasures of cooking and here it is just as important as ever.  I can attest that, though I’ve lost weight purposefully, I’m watching what I eat make sure to get complete, nutritional meals every day.  Oddly, however, I’m beginning to live the common Salone saying, “If I haven’t had my rice, I haven’t eaten today.”  I literally crave rice and enjoy the toppings, stews as they call them here, and I am ever attempting to replicate traditional dishes in a more healthy form; especially without the MSG they sprinkle on everything!

Here is my bounty from the market today: onions, Sierra Leone-grown rice, and local peanut butter, referred to as “ground-nuts”, that is hand-squeezed into tight, little baggies.   I was thrilled to find freshly dug ginger root here for the first time, too.

The final concoction, “Ground-Nut Stew” with added Lebanese lima beans to complete the protein, turned out mighty tasty!  If I were at home I’d have added a few spices like turmeric, cumin, and fenugreek and included whole tomatoes and chicken thighs.  But this was a great start.

So, I’m enjoying both home-like things here and beginning to fit in, feeling more comfortable all the time.  Then today, while I was taking down the laundry, a sheet caught a gust of wind and got hung up on a small tree at the far end of my clothes line.  On closer inspection, I noticed…

Limes.  That’s when I thought about home…my real home and my family and Christmas (which is not in the least bit evident here).  The temperatures still hover in the mid- to low 90s and it continues to be rainy season; humid and with not a Santa in sight.  Seeing this, I thought of the lime and lemon trees behind my folks’ apartment in Davis and that’s when I just about broke down.  I’m sure they have a few limes that look just about like these and, oh, at that moment, I wished more than ever to be there with them. 

Well, they are close though so far away.  On my living room wall, I have remembrances of home that I look at every day.  It includes them, as well as my own wonderful family and great friends.  It’s easy to see that “Home really is, indeed, where the heart is.”