Well, I think I might have shaken it. It kind of freaked me out when I decided to pull my roots out of the nourishing Ugandan soil and go west. I will now confess that I got depressed. It was rough time (silver lining: I lost some kilos!). I don't think this confession is necessary for some of my friends. They knew what was up. In fact, I heard that one friend was plotting an intervention to convince me to stay because he could sense the distress my decision was causing me at the time.
Despite the stress, I knew the change was needed. I needed to learn and grow so I had to go.
As a way of getting out of the fog, I made the decision that I needed to make this move as fun and colourful as possible. My purple Sole Rebel shoes are on the way in the mail. If I was going to be required to dress more 'professional', I was going to do it as brightly (read 'tacky') as possible. Hell, I was moving to Nigeria, so I had to come with my brights--my greens, purples, oranges, reds, blues and pinks (and that's only my underwear; you should see my shirts!). Bow ties. I decided that I needed to be that guy, the one wearing the bow tie. I bought two: a cheater (one with a clasp) and a real one. Not that I had one clue of how to tie one.
But you can learn how to do anything by watching youtube.
First I watched this:
and got it wrong.
Then I watched this:
and came closer but still did not quite get it.
I ended up combining advice from both videos and got to here:
and was pretty happy.
This old dog has learned a new trick.
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