This was my first journal in Africa entry:
We’ve been here for 3 full days (gone 4 days total). Goodbyes went well on Monday. It was sad, but good. I was ‘teared-out.”
-tired. We are starting to have friction between us!
The flights were smooth and went well, except the end of the transatlantic flight. Our newborn, Honey-Bear, slept and traveled splendidly the whole time! But Bub, our 1½ year old, did not sleep the entire 8+ hour over-night flight!!! And the last three hours, he cried and cried…and cried! He was ‘that kid’ on the airplane. We felt terrible, but people were great. The flight attendants were great. We were relieved to get off that flight. And maybe five minutes afterwards, Bub feel asleep in the stroller waiting for the connecting flight—ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?! We were so happy, but kind of annoyed!
We flew into our Work city and stayed for a week to get adjusted from jet lag and time zone changes before jumping into full-time language classes. Transitions are key to starting with success in any field, but especially moving to Africa—there is a lot that we needed to transition from and into.
We had to mentally and emotionally ‘leave’ our home and loved ones behind us. Which was sad, but surprisingly quick in light of the excitement of the adventure we had started. The newness of Africa spiked our energy, which soon led to an energy crash because we were so tired.
My Love and I were tired and emotionally stretched, so feelings got hurt easily. But after apologies and “What I meant to say was…”, we were quick to forgive. We needed each other to get through that transition, so holding on to hurt feelings and being opponents wasn’t an option.
We stayed in a furnished apartment. That was nice for us to have alone/family time to process the change. It was also nice to not bother anyone while the babies cried and woke up for a couple hours in the nights. Just like having a newborn, which we had, interrupted sleep is never easy. Thankfully, it only took the kids around four days before they were almost back to sleeping through the night. What a great night that was!
The next week our friends drove us down to our Lang City, and we walked straight into our language class orientation. After that, we met Mia, a national, who was going to be the kids’ babysitter while we were in class two hours a day. Later we got to meet the national family we would be living with the next three-months.
Transition, Part 1: √