I think I will miss the things I didn't realize I was adjusting to:
being in the minority
walking around campus and seeing non-white people everywhere
hearing a variety of languages and accents - being at choir and hearing groups suddenly break into Afrikaans or Xhosa, then back to English
crowding into taxis with strangers
running next to the beach at sunrise every morning
moving slowly, having spare time to cook dinner most nights and lunch some days
hugging the kids at Pendla, even when they have lice or ringworm
listening to the teacher I work with make English mistakes: "When did he died?" "Stop noising!"
leaving a stack of dirty laundry and a R20 note when I leave for class, and coming back to find it neatly folded, sitting on my bed
being called "my love" by Zukie, our maid
sitting on the balcony with a guitar in the evening, serenading the street below with Josh Ritter songs
explaining anything with TIA: "this is Africa"
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