(Notice that this blog post is directly from the diary that I wrote in Ghana. All of my feelings and thoughts is how I felt during my journey.)
This night was horrible. At first I couldn’t fall asleep, it took many hours for me to fall asleep. Then around one o’clock at night I woke up again with a terrible pain in my stomach 
So between one and half past two I was awake and running to the toilet 6-7 times. At seven in the morning I went to the toilet again and my stomach was not feeling okay. I don’t like this. Hope it’s better tomorrow, otherwise the flight home probably won’t be so fun.
Tonight is my last night in Ghana, Africa for this time. It feels a little bit strange but also nice since I’m longing home. This morning I think I managed to catch up on the sleep I missed last night. It has been really nice.
I ate two slices of bread for lunch today. Usually we eat only fruit, pineapple or bananas for example for lunch. But I asked for bread today because I think it’s kinder to my stomach. I also ate some noodles. My stomach was hurting now and then all day.
I talked to my mother today on the phone and it made me feel better. It was so nice to hear her voice. It’s so easy to forget what people’s voices sound like when you haven’t talked to them in a while. I gave my mother proposals for both breakfast and dinner throughout the first week when I’m home again. I miss the Swedish food haha…
The electricity is temporarily gone again so it’s really hot right now. I have to pack my bags today. Tomorrow I’m in a different country again and it feels a bit weird. Time has gone by so incredibly fast and now I’m going home tomorrow, back to my regular life. It feels so close but yet so far away in some strange way. I wonder and I hope from the bottom of my heart that I will feel changed when I come home. After all the impressions and experiences that have given me perspective, it would be strange if I don’t feel different. As my mother said “you’ve been to Ghana for only three weeks but you have had experiences for a whole year”. It’s going to be wonderful to meet my family again. I have such a wonderful family that supports me in everything I do.
I was supposed to pack my bags this afternoon but I didn’t find any motivation. Instead I was drawing. I would like to sketch up an idea for a tattoo that is associated with this journey. Since it has changed my life in many ways. Especially with my background in social phobia. I was thinking a lot and it’s fascinating how you can adapt to another life. To this life.
Tonight I packed my bags and I’ve separated the really dirty clothes and the little cleaner clothes. I’ll pack the last things tomorrow morning. I discovered a sad thing when I was packing. I brought both dollars and Euros to this journey but chose to only exchange my dollars. So I kept my 55 Euro. These I kept in a locked bag, but when the owner of the bag went home I had to have the money somewhere else. Now I can’t find 30 of that 55 Euro. It’s gone! I have searched everywhere to find it but it’s gone. This stresses me out. I have either lost it somewhere or someone has stolen it. It feels sad.
I was mad and called my mother in the evening. She told me that I would probably don’t care about that money when I’m back home again. I think she is right. I’m going to bed now and I’m hoping that this night will be better. Last night in Ghana, Africa. Good night beautiful world.