The following 2.5 weeks were filled with emotions, 1st world country luxuries, and research.
I truly wasn't ready to be home, nor did I have desire to be. I began planning my departure nearly immediately after my arrival.
And so it was came to that I would go WWOOF (World Wide Organization of Organic Farming) in Patagonia, AZ; plane tickets were bought and everything.
But as it turns out, the Universe had other plans for me which, honestly, felt confusing/conflicting with consideration to this life-changing dream I had in Senegal where my lower-self/ego wanted to go to the tropics, while my higher-self asserted I needed to go to the desert.
The sudden cancelation happened 2-3 days before my flight and was caused by fear of COVID (and not from my end, to clarify).
Before the change, I had several farms reach out to me to come WWOOF; I had politely declined them, explaining I already had another farm lined up.
I felt panicked and upset; I had been at Johnny and Sarah’s for nearly 2 weeks (the quarantine time frame) and as much as I love them and have deep gratitude for their hospitality, especially in such a short notice, I still didn’t want to be there…
I needed to go and have space to myself.
Continuing on, the farms I had politely declined I reached back out to re-explaining the situation as it developed.
And that’s how it happened that 2.5 weeks after arriving home I was on a plane to Philadelphia to live/work on Camphill Kimberton Hills in Kimberton, Pennsylvania for 3 months as an agricultural intern.
I was disappointed to not be going to Arizona but tried to cultivate excitement/enthusiasm for Pennsylvania. I wasn’t 100% successful but without a doubt, I was truly stoked once I arrived at Camphill and took in the beauty.
It was reminiscent of Ireland with lush, green, endless rolling hills and a historical disposition as some of the houses within the community were built in the 1800s. But at the same time, completely different.
Just incredible and truly, EXACTLY what I needed.
Looking back on it, it was the polar opposite of Senegal, in EVERY way. Had I of gone to Patagonia, I would have experienced something very similar to Senegal, in that Patagonia is dry, bushy, and hot (although likewise magical and perfect).
Camphill changed my life and only in the absolute best ways possible.
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