I firmly believe that time passes differently in different places.
When I was in Africa, my days passed rapidly. I woke up in the morning, had my cup of coffee, blinked, and then it was time for bed again. Time would fly when you spent your day in community serving others, experiencing new things at an astonishing rate.
Here in Ireland, my days also pass rapidly. While I’ve traded the dusty streets of Manzini for the bustling streets of Dublin, things are still different, and I learn or experience something new every day.
I’ve talked to many people back home who complain of time dragging. To them, the first few weeks of school felt like an eternity. I can only assume this is due to the fact that they are not experiencing new things. In the words of Charlotte Bronte, “I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.” Iowa doesn’t offer much by way of culture shock.
All of this being said, I am almost halfway through my adventure abroad. Crazy, right? I cannot believe that time has passed so quickly, but I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. I cherish the adventures I have been on, and those still to come. I would choose a life of time passing rapidly over monotony any day.