This time last year, the election madness had just wrapped up in Liberia and our travel restriction had been lifted. I journeyed to the "big city" of Monrovia and stayed in a lovely one bedroom apartment with my 3 best friends. We rang in 2018 with sangria and tequila shots while getting down to afro beats in sweat-soaked clothes. I remember the following day or two, I felt so content. I was in an air conditioned apartment. I had access to fresh fruits and veggies. I could cook and BAKE good food. There was always electricity and hot water. I had amazing companions by my side throughout the days. I dreaded returning to the bush and to my life there that filled me with anxiety, frustration, and self doubt. Not to mention the fact that the constant heat was driving me mad. I delayed returning for as long as I could as the trepidation of the trip back built up to unbearable levels. A few weeks later, I was back in my village and everything began to crumble. The project...
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