As my plane began to land in Accra, Ghana, I look out my window to see 6 Ghanaian flags in a row. My heart starts to beat faster and I feel a rush of emotions all at once. I am scared but yet ready for what I am about to experience. However, of all the emotions I felt, one that stood out the most was my feeling of being home. I felt like I belonged and I have only just landed. I step off the plane and I no longer see the white faces of America. I see only dark faces; ones just like mine. I walk to a bus-like vehicle that takes me to the entrance to the airport. I was not told to get on the bus, but I simply followed the rest of the crowd. I get in the airport and after I collect my things I have to go through customs. A man is talking to me so he can see my passport, get my fingerprints and get a photo of me. Although he is talking in English, I don’t understand anything he is saying because of his accent. With every statement that he says to me, my response is repeatedly “huh”. Finally,  I was able to leave the airport and continue to my home stay. Traffic was so bad, the taxi I was in, was simply sitting still for ten minutes. I hear sirens getting louder from behind me. I then see I truck pass by with men on the back of it wearing camouflage. I realized why the packet I received before arrival told me to not wear camouflage. I see women walking in-between the traffic carrying all sorts of things on their head. Men are walking through selling phone cards. I arrive at my homestay and the first thing I see is a wall that is about 9 feet tall. There is barbed wire on the top of it. A man comes out to help me with my luggage and takes it to the guesthouse. A guest house?! I definitely love this. I have my own kitchen, living room, bathroom, and bedroom. I go to the main house to meet the family. My host mother is at work, so I just meet her kids and a woman whom I believe is the “help”. She cooks me dinner, which is jollof rice and chicken (best food ever) and then I go to watch King Kong with a child in the house and Ruebe (a member of DIG). I later go to take a “shower”, with COLD water and a bucket…. Which is then followed by the electricity going off. Welcome to Ghana.