When I started this blog, I thought I’d have all kinds of observations about how different life in America is from our life in Africa – hence the title – but as I reflect on what I’ve written it become clear to me that I have hardly mentioned the trip. This is not to say that I (we) don’t think or reminisce about it, because we (as a family) do quite often, but I just haven’t been sharing those thoughts here.
During these next couple of weeks, while life is crazy busy, I decided that I would return to that original intention.
Today, I sit in my office, pumping. after dropping Eleanor and Oliver at school, my schedule for the day looks something like this: morning meeting over coffee with a colleague; answering emails, researching IRB requirements, editing conference posters and preparing a presentation about my research; rerunning statistical analyses from a colleague’s paper. I am meeting with a group of students at lunch to discuss a method I used recently for examining dietary patterns; and tonight, when I get home, I will relieve Tim of the dinner duty he’s had all week, play with the kids, and watch UNC play in the Sweet Sixteen of the NCAA tournament while working on my presentation. And that’s actually a pretty light day.
On this day in 2010, however, I was doing this.
There is much about this (my day today) that I like. But mostly, I miss that.