The Monster
I'm back stateside. Today is day 10. My friends and acquaintances keep asking about culture shock - or The Monster, as my friend Jessica calls it. I can't say that I've really felt The Monster's presence. I've had a couple of glimpses - homes don't have fences with razor wire on top, cops don't carry AK-47s, I can eat tofu - but nothing that has made me feel odd or uncomfortable.
I miss Mozambique and my friends back in Madjadjane, Gala, Maputo, and Limpopo NP. I miss my friends in South Africa too. I miss the warm temperatures, the friendliness of people, the smells, the noise, the non-plastic feel of life... I have trouble sleeping through the night. Maybe The Monster's name is Saudade. Por que tenho saudade para Moçambique.
In the coming months, I'll be working on my dissertation and finishing up graduate school. I still have plenty of photos and stories from Mozambique that I will post from time to time, however, for practical purposes this blog will become more of an anthropologist's adventures in her own culture and environment wherever that may be. I hope that you will continue reading.
Swapping AK-47s for tofu sounds like a good deal!
ReplyDeleteThat said, the other things you miss don't sound as easy to replace. Maybe some of them won't be replaced at all, and that mightn't be so bad.
I'll be reading, and maybe when I hit Kenya and rejuvenate my own blog you can live vicariously...
Yeah, it was really nice getting back to tofu (other than the tofu I got online from you :)).
ReplyDeleteI'm jealous of your trip to Kenya. That is definitely on my bucket list - including stops to the Serengeti, Ngorogoro, and a runner's camp.