It has been a little over a week since I got back. It really has taken me a while to process and
take in the experience. Looking back now, I didn’t realize how fast the time would go, and how
much I would learn. One of the biggest takeaways from this trip is the conversations I had with my roommates. I never imagined living in a house full of journalists, but let me tell you our conversations were never ending. We would all have interesting questions that kept us thinking and reflecting.

The last conversation I had in Ghana was with Jahlysa. I remember returning an item she let me borrow. She asked how I was feeling and for a moment I couldn’t answer. Then I answered
“guilt.” I told her how I was ready to be home because I missed my family and couldn’t wait to
see them, but at the same time I felt guilty leaving. I felt guilty that I could just pack my bags and leave while many of the Ghanaians I spoke to wished they could do the same. They didn’t
necessarily want to leave Ghana but they wanted the freedom to travel, as I have, and many
also wanted to leave poverty.

This hit close to home because, although I haven’t experienced the poverty a good portion of
Ghanaians face, I never stop thinking about the poverty my parents faced when they were
growing up in Mexico. My parents have always shared a little bit of their upbringing to teach my brothers and me to be grateful and take advantage of any opportunity. Because of so much guilt, it was hard to look Ghanaians in the eyes the day I was leaving–from the drivers to the security guards at our apartment. It was that hard. I felt so privileged, and that was the hard pill I had to swallow. With all the identities I hold, it was hard to realize that I am now on the other end.

After taking the time to reflect, I acknowledge my guilt and question whether many first
generation students of color face this when studying abroad. I also recognize that although I
can’t end poverty in Ghana, what I can do is share what I have learned from my time there.
I’ve felt so fulfilled sharing pictures, videos, and the souvenirs I brought for my family. They all
were stoked and proud that for once in my many years of education I could teach my family
something. In all honesty, it’s really hard to describe my experience. But I hope this final note can give an idea of the different spaces and emotions I’ve had to navigate. I know I will be processing the trip for a long time. Mostly I am grateful for the opportunity and
the new skills, close friendships, and sense of self-confidence I have gained.