Blog Journey: Coming to America
When I relocated from Uganda to America, every day was an adventure. I learned how to use a washing machine, how to apply for and use a credit card, how to fuel a car at the gas station—simple transactions right? Well, not for this girl straight out of Kampala. Grocery shopping was intimidating—from two bread brands to a store shelf with over 10 bread brands—navigating American life was a discovery channel.
This blog started as a diary, an attempt to make sense of all the new experiences gushing at me—it is filled with adventure, discovery, culture shocks, growth, child births, child deaths, parenting, exploration, questions of identity, faith, assimilation—experiences of a mother raising a young family in a different culture and community.
When I first relocated from Uganda to America, every day was an adventure. I learned how to use a washing machine, how to apply for and use a credit card, how to fuel a car at the gas station—simple transactions right? Well, not for this girl straight out of Kampala.
Grocery shopping was intimidating—from two bread brands to a store shelf with over 10 bread brands—navigating American life was a discovery channel.
This blog started as a diary, an attempt to make sense of all the new experiences gushing at me—it is filled with adventure, discovery, culture shocks, growth, child births, child deaths, parenting, exploration, questions of identity, faith, assimilation—experiences of a mother raising a young family in a different culture and community.