Dear Africa, after two months it is time for me to go home. It would have been easy for me to spend another two months getting to know you better, but then I would have much explaining to do for those back home. I have barely seen anything geographically, but experienced vastly greater expanses.
A year ago I went through the apartment following the KonMari method, removing every object that does not spark joy and keeping those that do. Surprisingly many Ikea bags and garbage bags left that relatively minimalist home. For the past two months I have carried my entire home on my back: clothes for 4 seasons, including outdoors, yoga, and beach wear, a yoga mat, books, and much else. Twenty kilos plus a daypack. I really do not need much else either, and yet I have so much more stuff waiting for me at home.
Perhaps life in transit means life without a proper home. But life in transit also means only taking as much as one can carry, and being sure about the essentials and the superfluous things. Being sure about what, physically and emotionally, we want to carry on our backs from point A to point B.
Some years ago the blogosphere was raving about the Burning House challenge: what would you take with you from your home if your house was burning? You would need to be able to carry it yourself, and take a picture of everything at once. I am going back home to a reverse Burning House challenge: from being able to carry my entire life for two months to further minimalizing my life so the “click-point” of Marie Kondo’s definition for “enough stuff” is much lower than what it used to be.
During this journey of two months I have carried more mental and emotional weight than physical weight. I have not shared much of it here and do not intend to now, either. It has been a difficult journey and in my private journal I have written pages and pages about pain. But in the spirit of a deeper insight, when I dump my backpacks on the floor at home I will let it all go and see what stays. And that which stays will need to be laundered, tended to, thanked, and made ready for the next adventure.
(Dar es Salaam airport, Tanzania; August 2017)
January 14, 2018 at 4:25 am
A really nice read, thanks for sharing. Hope you had an incredible two months. I hope when you’re ready you’ll share your pain with others – best of luck 😊
January 14, 2018 at 4:39 am
Thank you ❤️ I did have an incredible two months.
January 14, 2018 at 7:55 am
Glad to hear 😊
January 14, 2018 at 6:19 am
They say that once you’ve been to Africa, you’ll always come back – this doesn’t apply to me as I live in Africa 🙂
January 14, 2018 at 11:29 am
I am sure I will come back! This was my second visit to sub-Saharan Africa. Lucky you for living on the continent! Perhaps it in a way applies to you, too, should you ever leave?
January 14, 2018 at 7:24 am
Sorry to hear you’ve been in pain. Your blog is wonderful, one of my absolute favorites these days. I wish you the best.
January 14, 2018 at 11:28 am
Thank you dear. It’s been a tough number of years, as I am sure you’ve perceived. But I would rather try to see beauty and insight in things and write about those. 🙂