The Sixth One.

Warning: This is a rant blog.


I'm not sure if people just don't know how to react when I tell them I'm going to be living in a slum in Kenya for 3 months this summer with a smile on my face, or what? Lately I've received the most obscene responses to this statement.

"Oh, why would you do that?"
"I would never put my self through that"
"...sounds like fun......"

Now its not to say that everyones reaction crushes my heart this much and makes me sink deeper down into my little hole. The majority of my friends and family have been overly supportive of my journey, sending their blessings, items for raffles and donating money. Its those occational few that I sometimes wish they would take off their Channel sunglasses and put down their Louis Vuitton purses for just a second and listen to what I have to say.

On a better note, even though yesterday was a super sucky day for me (my car brakes stopped working - $800 later my car is now safe to drive), where I least expected it, I found a light at the end of the tunnel. Just before closing I ran to the mall to get a SIM card for my phone which was stolen a few months ago. While in the wireless wave store I thought I would ask about what will happen to my phone plan while I'm abroad. The man behind the counter, probably in his late 20's asked where I was going. When I said Kenya, his face looked up from the computer screen he had been staring at with a huge smile, and words began flying out of his mouth a mile a minuite. His family was from Nairobi, a city he was very passioniate about. He told me about the problems of crime, the heat, the food and the language.

Fun Fact:  hakuna matata (From the Lion King) is actually Swahili, which is the language often spoke in Kenya

Aside from all the great information he gave me, he also gave me some words of encouragement which I had longed to hear from someone--anyone.

"you're doing a really great thing"

Thanks man from wireless wave.