September 20, 2006

Well, I’m sitting in the airport now, waiting to catch my flight to Port-Au-Prince. I’m actually not sitting in the section I am supposed to, rather, I am sitting in the section next to it where the people are waiting to board a flight to a little city called Santo Domingo. I like it here, it seem oddly familiar…
Well anyway, either way, I guess there is no turning back now (but to be honest, I kind of still think about it). I don’t know why this trip seems so much more…well…scary, then the others. It’s still kind of hard to believe sometimes, it kind of feels like a dream. I woke up on the flight to Miami, and for a second, I didn’t know where I was. It was pretty weird.
But I guess a lot of thoughts are going through my head right now, like…”why, the heck am I doing this.” But then again I guess I remember asking myself that the first time. Besides, its only three months…right?
I guess maybe what I feel the worst about right now it having to spent seven bucks on a sandwich, it was good…but now I’m thirsty, and I’m not even going to look at the $2.50 bottles of water.
However, I find comfort in the fact that I am not going alone. Yeah, of course I mean God and I know He’s got my back and stuff, but actually, I was referring to my iPod. That’s right, folks, I finally got an iPod thanks to my wonderful parents. It has already been pretty amazing, I mean, all my songs are just right there. It’s great! (Oh, but by the way, if I did have to choose between going with God and going with my iPod, I hope you all know who I would choose. I’d hate to have to call upon my iPod for protection or discernment the only reply I would probably it London Bridge by Fergie. and I’d hate to see where that would get me.)
But seriously, I don’t know why I would even be here if it wasn’t for God. I guess maybe that’s not the biggest Kudos to Him, at the moment, seeing as how I really don’t feel incredibly good about being here, but then again, I felt the same way before I left for the Dominican, and that turned out to be one of the best experiences of my life. So….
Well all that aside, I need to remember that, hey, I like Haiti, remember that Lauren….heh, and I’m sure everything will look different in a week. Hey, I may even never come back! Except for that I probably will, at some point.
I know I talked to some of you about, well, honestly, just not wanting to go. In fact, on the ride up to the airport this morning, I way almost sick with anxiety. HOWEVER, as some point, and I’m not exactly sure when, I suddenly felt a lot better, so, there you go. I feel better.
Yeah, well anyway, I’m just going to go now, this entry doesn’t exactly seem to be turning out like I would have liked, but nonetheless, that’s what you get when you read the blog of someone who is in between destinations (it’s the worst place to be, by the way.) But that’s what you get, honestly. Well, until later,

Peace out

Lauren


Miami International airport, Gate A10
Okay, I’m back again, and, yes, I’m still at the airport. It actually has only been a couple of minutes but I feel a ton better and I will tell you why. First of all this story isn’t really that amazing so don’t get your hope up there too high. Okay, but I was sitting here waiting of my flight and I just felt disgusting. I mean, the only sleep I’ve gotten was a little on the ride to the airport and one my first flight. So, I had circles, my eyes were all swollen from crying and I just felt icky (not to mention the gross pimple that had just popped up on me, those of you that have seem it know what I’m talking about. And this is something you girls will probably get but maybe not you boys but you know how sometimes when you feel ugly, it can just bring your whole mood down. Well, that was the case so I went to this cosmetic place store that they usually have all over in airports, in hopes of maybe just finding some eyeliner so something for a little pick me up. (I’m not at all saying us girls need make up to feel good, but if I was going to explain every feeling and mood I found myself if we would be here all night.) So anyway, eyeliner, and you always feel kind of stupid just using the make up there (but does it stop me, no) So there I was trying to be all quick and discrete and then this little Latino sales woman came up and asked me if I needed any help. I said something about powders or the first thing I could think of, a little caught off guard. But this woman showed me one and put in on me. Not bad. Then she was like “lipstick?” and I’m like, “why not?” After that she just kept going to town. She asked me about were I was going and I told her and then she told me that I should pray to God, because going to anther country can be hard. We just talked for a little bit about what I was going to be doing there and such as she would saying ever once and a while to herself “oh, a little, lighter” or “and now some mascara.” I really enjoyed talking to her but I was a little worry that I might be conned into buying a $40 thing of powder before I left. (I’m not very good at saying no) But then after she was done, she backed up and said, “Very beautiful, you are a very beautiful girl.” I thanked her and she said, “Now God bless you, honey and take care,” smiled and then went to help another costumer. Now, it made not seem like a big deal, but I was amazed at how good I felt went I left the store. I guess maybe sometimes you just need a stranger to tell you you’re beautiful and God bless you and genuinely mean it.
Everything just seemed a little brighter after that, including the dark circles that were under my eyes. In fact, I even moved to the boarding for Haiti section. I forgot some much I like listening to Creole, and guess what, I understood a little. Believe me, it was very excited. Things are looking up. I like being with all the Haitians. Well I better get going my battery is going to die. Next time I write I will be in Haiti!


Lauren McConkeyMiami International Airport gate 12