PhD Journal Of A Ghanaian Woman in Stem

12 days home. 12 good days. 

After 2 years 5 months and 15 days, I flew back home. After being away for so long, 12 days in Ghana felt both short and deeply full. Not like any place, but a place where I belong. 

Sitting with family, catching up, watching how everyone has grown, life kept moving while I was away. I always knew it would, but seeing it up close hit different. There’s a comfort in being known without explanation. 

And then there’s the food. NOTHING tastes like home. The richness, the spice, the freshness, I really missed it.

Twelve days wasn’t enough, but it was everything I needed. Visiting home reminded me who I am beneath the roles I carry elsewhere. It reminded me that no matter how far I go, there’s a version of me that exists fully and freely there.

This was truly a memorable trip and a good start of the year. Home doesn’t shrink when you leave. It waits.