On Sunday, I paced back and forth in my kitchen spilling my heart out to my Mom and Dad. I tried my best to describe Jany’s vibrant personality and our barbecue feast with some of the Lost Boys and how welcoming they were. I tried really hard to paint the image of my class gathering around families, patiently listening to them share their refugee experience. I threw scattered stories at them across the counter, “the hostel was peaceful and so was the woman who owned it, we hiked up a mountain, like twice, and our tour guide Chad, this spiritual man who loves nature as much as I love pizza (a lot!), even our waitress at the restaurant shared her story of traveling around Europe, did you know that South Sudan is going to participate in the Olympics?”
My parents probably didn’t understand a good chunk of my gibberish but they did see my eyes widen and my volume rise up when I got to a really inspiring moment. Mmmmm, those moments. You know? That moment when your head jumps eight steps in front of your body because it’s racing with thoughts. To me, personally, the moments I felt the most were when education was brought up and its importance. When Mahamood told us that a solution to a safer country is to focus on education. They are the future of the country. When Kuol told us to share the story of the Lost Boys of Sudan and South Sudan to everyone. When we bombarded the refugees with questions about their experiences, in a good way. Mohammed teard up when he was telling us his journey to America and how he came here to save his family. We were on some level of a language barrier but his actions spoke louder. Grabbing his heart when he said family, I looked over to his wife sitting next to me across the room, her eyes watered up. His mother got emotional too. At that moment my heart was shaking.
There are too many daydreams I fall into, remembering those moments on the trip.
I have yet to get back into my routine here, I’m not even sure if I have a routine. As a freshman, this whole year I’ve been trying to figure out what I can get out of college. Filled with scattered thoughts, I see so many people around me who get it. They work their butts off in school and I just shrug because I don’t have the passion that they do. I’m embarrassed of my blunt apathy. After discussing this in class, I realized that I’m not alone in feeling ….a lack of passion. Koor is a nurse and he uses that to give back to his country, he delivers babies! All of the Lost Boys have used their education as best they can and are circling their skills around the love for their country.
The conversations that happened in the world’s best hostel,
The strongest people you will ever meet,
The craziest stories you will ever hear,
The fastest talking man,
The passionate Lost Boys of Sudan,
The light in their eyes when they talk about their new country,
There are too many things I went through that week with twelve other people that I don’t think I will be able to accurately verbalize nor do I think you will feel what we felt. But I hope you understand my thoughts here. I can be insecure with sharing them.