Regardless of how much I love and appreciate my life and those around me, I enjoyed a break in routine when I was in Ghana. Each day brought with it something unknown or unpredictable - be it because of a new experience, encounter, conversation, or something else. The only constant in those days became a whole lot of love. Some days my heart overflowed.
Let me explain.
Volunteering at an orphanage brings you into contact with beautiful children who just want to be cared about. It also brings you into contact with other volunteers who share a similar outlook, want to make a difference and who are, generally speaking, good people. This, combined with living with a host family who care for volunteers as they do their own family, makes for a very rich experience filled with emotion.
Over the course of my life I haven't had occasion to spend a lot of time with children. This threw me in the deep end where I was (literally) surrounded by children all the time – in the streets during my commute, at home with the three young boys of the house, and of course, at the orphanage.
Days were filled with more hugs than I can count. Dancing at home was a regular occurrence. Having the attention of those on the street and being asked to take photos was usual.
Before leaving I had focused so much on what I would give, I didn’t consider all I would receive. And now I can’t wait to do it all over again.