When I was little my mom told me that I was always asking questions like “what if” and “how is that made” and “where does that come from.” She told me that I was so curious that I would leave her side in a big crowd just because I wanted to look at something new. Apparently as soon as I could walk I wasn’t afraid to let go of her hand, put her out of my line of sight or run into a group of strangers.
I would be arrogant or maybe naive to say that I am not nervous or even a little scared to go running into a whole new country on a whole new continent… but I think traveling is more about my nature than it is about my goals, plans or wants. When I was little my mom used to read a 1940’s book to me called Runaway Bunny. The book was originally written about solidiers leaving their mothers to go to war, but the concept remains the same. I think that leaving home and exploring new places, people and continents is something that I need to do. In the book it says that no matter where the runaway bunny goes, the momma bunny will follow it. To this day, my mom calls me “Bunny”.
“I’ll become a fish in a trout steam and I will swim away from you.”
“If you become a fish in a trout stream, I will become a fisherman and I will fish for you.”
“I will be a bird and fly away from you.”
“If you become a bird and fly away from me, I will be a tree that you come home to.”
I think that for me, Uganda is about what I want to be and what I want to become. I know that if I don’t continue to explore and fulfill my curiousity, a part of me will disappear. And I know that when I am older, I want to look back at my life and say that I did all that I could to learn about the world around me. And that I did all that I could to use the knowledge I gain “to become the change I want to see in the world” (if I am allowed to cheesily quote Ghandi). Ideally, if I can become some type of adventurer, I will be paving a new path. And ideally if I can make a new path, someone will follow me.