So, last Thursday was my birthday. My thirtieth birthday. I am now no longer twenty-something.
It was very strange to celebrate it so far away from home, away from friends and family, but having my girlfriend here to share it with made it all OK.
On the actual day I worked late, finishing a story in the SKYY Newsroom, came home to a candlelit dinner of chickpea salad and a beer and went to bed. Kind of anti-climactic for such a big occasion in one's life, but spending my special day working for JHR on a news story in Ghana is a climax of sorts. Many years of working towards, and dreaming of, this kind of job has led me to be here and now, doing what I love to do.
I had a party the next day, under the guise of a welcome party for my girlfriend. A great turnout of people from SKYY and the neighbourhood came out for drinks, food, music and dancing in the courtyard. I had a great time and feel even closer to my people in Takoradi.
My whole JHR experience in Ghana has been a true pleasure. Doing social justice work and being able to travel the world are the two things I would ask for if I were to ask for a thirtieth birthday present.
So, thank you to JHR, to SKYY, to my colleagues, to Ghana, to my neighbors, to my girlfriend, to my friends and family for making this birthday the best one I've celebrated yet.
I can't wait to have a beer, and chicken tikka masala with naan at Lahore Tikka House, and burritos with fried plantain with guacamole at Tacos el Asador, and a latte at iDeal in the market, and a channa roti at Gandhi Cuisine, and a pizza from Amato's, and a hamburger from that place on Queen East, and maybe even a steak at Barbarian's, to celebrate with everyone back home.