My story isn’t a pretty one. I’m sorry to inform you, if you think I’m writing this because I’ve had an exquisitely easy inculturation process, free of trauma and self-doubt, you’re sorely mistaken.
Agreeing to move to Rwanda was as natural as breathing to me. My husband and I had known for years that we wanted to move overseas. No specific direction or country or type of work, but a deep willingness that we knew not everyone possessed. We gradually honed our interests into attractive skill sets, and when we were presented with a serendipitous opportunity to use them in a new culture, there wasn’t any hesitation. It was all finally happening!