I couldn’t have been more relieved to finally walk into my Cape Town apartment. After travelling for more than 24 hours, missing one of my flights, and having to settle a miscommunication with my driver whom I could barely understand, I was more than exhausted; not to mention in desperate need of a shower and food that wasn’t made on an airplane.
My flight from Chicago arrived in Beijing International Airport on January 11, 2015 as the sun was starting to set. By the time I arrived at the school in the urban-rural fringe zone in Daxing District it was already dark.
It was in that moment that I realized that despite the different languages we spoke and the short amount of time spent together, we were still able to make meaningful relationships.
Even now, months later, I often find myself wondering when I will find myself in “The Eternal City” once again.
I spent 6 months in Trujillo, Peru working at Nisolo, a company with the mission to provide long-term, sustainable, and better-paying jobs to local shoemakers.
I would estimate that I unpacked my suitcase in 17 different Spanish cities, and many of the places we visited run together in my memories.
By traveling to South Africa, it was possible to work with diverse people and wildlife in an environment that I could only dream of America.
This plaque listed the church’s sons and daughters who had perished fighting for a united Ireland. However, what to me stood out most was a single name: my own.
Social work is not made up of quick fixes; it is successful through small, impacting changes that lead to significant long- term fixes.
Working at the clinic has made me realize how much we take things for granted and how much I especially have taken things for granted in my life.