I spent yesterday re-reading everything I’ve written this semester, both here and on paper, and thinking about these past four months, and getting ready to get on a plane tomorrow and leave, perhaps forever.
My last few days in this beautiful country consisted of small and quotidien adventures: ordering at hotelys, short conversations in Malagasy (finally…), not getting hit by cars, passing time alone; doing all my laundry without distroying my knuckles, finding food on Sundays, filtering water, staring out the window…
But I’m there again, I’m back in my comfort zone: independent, only a skeleton of a schedule–things to do, places to see. And I’m happy to love this country and to miss it when I leave. I feel like I’ve come to some sort of understanding with Madagascar–it hit me today after a really Malagasy morning composed of completely ordinary moments that I am really comfortable here. I don’t know if it’s the few days of being alone that’s made me recognize it–whether this comfort had been here for a while and just existed under the radar, or whether it is a new phenomenon–but it’s wonderful. It makes leaving both harder and easier. Harder because I feel like I’m just getting used to living here, really used to it. Easier because I know that I’ve had a wonderful experience and learned important things and will leave the island having lived there. I met new people, ate new foods, did new things. I feel good, feel like I’ve really thrown myself (however haphazardly) into this time.
What a semester. What a country.