Field Journal: September 2013
Personal Reflection: A Season of Learning and Belonging in Gulu It’s hard to believe I’ve now spent 11 weeks in Gulu. Time, as they say, has a curious way of unfolding—what began with quiet apprehension has grown into a deeply meaningful chapter of my journey. I now live in a spacious house tucked in one of Gulu’s quiet suburbs, within walking distance of both town and my office. The rhythm of life here is slower than what I’m used to, yet somehow more intentional—and it has invited me to slow down and notice more. Before I arrived, I carried with me a mix of curiosity and caution. I had spoken to a few people about life in northern Uganda, but many questions still lingered. Would I feel safe in a place that only recently emerged from two decades of war? Would I be seen as an outsider? I had underestimated how being from a neighboring country could still come with its own version of “foreignness,” especially in a region so historically shaped by conflict and recovery. But I was wrong t...