Things I miss about home

Sometimes when you’re in Africa and trying to help and do your best, even though it sometimes makes you cry, you forget about the fact that you were supposed to blog. It’s not easy, buddy.

Things I miss about home:

CHEESE. I’m not even a big fan of cheese back home, but MAN. Cheese.

Hot showers.

Being clean. I’m always sandy, sticky and covered in either chalk dust, drool or pee.

Wearing my hair down.

BROWN BREAD. Preferably together with the cheese. The bread here is fluffy and sweet and white and delicious, but it’s not very healthy.

I miss SCHOOL. I really do.

Not being sweaty all of the time.

Being able to flush toilet paper. This is apparently extremely important to me.

Wearing jeans and sweaters. And jackets. And my beloved Converse. And SOCKS.

My insane family.

Wearing makeup. Everything I put on my face here just melts off.

My electric toothbrush. Seriously.

All the clothes I didn’t pack and now desperately need. I don’t know how I ever thought 7 pieces of underwear would be enough, but thought bringing 4 towels was logical.

Those people that I like back home.

Texting.

Not being stared at all the time.

Norwegian chocolate. ANY chocolate that isn’t Ghanaian really. For a country with cocoa beans as the main export product, the chocolate tastes surprisingly similar to poo.

Sleeping without a fan zzzzzzzzzzhrghpfzzz-ing in the room.

The Norwegian fresh air. That stuff ought to be bottled! The air here smells like burned plastic.

Buhbye!