Ilse

May 2008

Christine

May 2008

Aaron

May 2008

Landings and Layovers

Landings and layovers.

I had to leave Thailand today. It was harder than I ever imagined it would be.

Worst part is... we have a 12+ hour layover in Singapore.

I would've loved to stay in Thailand at least 12 hours more.

But...

We can't leave the airport.

All we have are floors to sleep on.

Airport food and the snacks we brought is what we get.

I really shouldn't be complaining. I've had the time of my life and have been changed for the better.

Maybe I'm just complaining because

I love Thailand with all of my heart and didn't want to leave.

Ever.

At least there's free internet...?

And... I'm not in Utah...

Trying to think of the positives.

See you in a few time zone changes.

On My Way . . . Almost

Monday, Monday, Monday, Monday, Monday.
I will arrive at the airport around one thirty pm, even though our flight doesn't leave until four.

International dateline.

About 95% of me is absolutely dying to go and help.
The other 5%?
Well... I'm scared out of my wits.

Am I qualified for this?

What are "wits" anyway?

Oh, and if I don't return, don't worry, it'll only be because I never want to return. Ever.
See you in two weeks.

♥♥♥

Beautiful Disaster

The rush of the wind.
Pushing everything in it's path in the direction it chooses to go.
Clearly making itself known.

The rain beats hard against my windows and upon the roof.
The way it patters is comforting.
Even with the harsh wind that accompanies it.

Rhythmically falling and hitting whatever gets in its way.

Violent winds return. Forcing almost everything out of its way.
Wrapping up it all and throwing it aside.

Leaving it damaged and torn.

Walking outside. Being forced to fight with nature.
The wind toss aside your hair, and makes you only hold your jacket closer.

The rain sinks into your skin and hair.
Changing your appearance.

Inside and out.

Realizations take place.

But how can you love something so harsh and violent so much?

"The beauty of the rain is how it falls." -- Shawnee Kennington
I agree.

Even if the meaning is different.



Beautiful Disaster

.nine.

And because they're being born on the fourth of July, they will all have patriotic names.
Go Ronaldina.


Be jealous.