Spring 2011

The next few pictures are of Erin and I's room. 

 Erin's Side

My Bulletin Board

My Side

The closest... The left is mine and right is Erin.

Our pet Mike. I guess in reality he is only Erin's.

The cupcakes I made for the first Sunday.

The beginning of our plants.

This is my room roomie Erin. I have know her since I was about 12 or younger. We really became friends at early morning seminary because we both detested the mornings. I love this girl.

My Haven

I got to talk to a bunch of the kids in Kenya today. It was such a little blessing. It was an extreme reminder of how much I miss their little black bodies. It was so good to hear a lot of Swahili. I love those kids. I want to see them. Clinton really wants me to come for his birthday in September. You better beleive I want to be there more than he wants me to be there.

Idaho was always my haven. Nothing could be better than Idaho. I loved going to school. I loved being at BYU-Idaho. Everyday was just a blessing. Being in California stunk because Idaho was always more hopping and everyone was having fun.

The tables have turned. Idaho is my enemy. I just want to get out of here.

Kenya is my haven.

Satan

In Kenya I told constantly I was going to Satan by the little boys. 

There are over 100 million reasons I swear. 

These are my favorite. 

1. You are white... you go to Satan.

2. You have green eyes... you go to Satan.

3. You have pierced ears... you go to Satan.

And the best for last:

You have a tattoo... you go to Satan. 

For those that are confused; I do not have a tattoo. 

The boys think that all white people have tattoos. 

At least these are things I can change about myself. 

Mama Will Take Care

I am home from Kenya. I have been home from Kenya for 2 weeks now. 

I'd rather be in Kenya. 

I am dying to go back already. 

It is my every thought.

I miss seeing black people all over the place and being the only white person for miles.

I miss speaking Swahili. No one speaks it in the states.

I miss having a hand to hold where ever I go.

I miss the simplicity. Everyone in the US is so materialistic. 

I miss having the opportunity to serve every second of my day.

I miss cleaning up the blood. 

I miss handing out advil for their aches. 

I miss having a million people to worry about other than myself.

I miss having to protect them. 

I miss their cries.

I miss their laughs. 

I miss Allynne and our jokes. 

I miss having little knocks on my door at all hours of the day.

I miss seeing wild zebra on the side of the road. 

I miss the boys so badly.

I just miss it all.

But lately I have mostly been missing Clinton. 

"Megan, you are the closest thing Clinton will ever have to family. You are his mother he has never had." -Job

(one of the staff who works really closely with the kids)

I love this kid more than anything in the world.

He calls me mom. So, naturally I call him son. 

"Don't worry son... mama will take care of you."