Oh my Holy Crapper Yowza...

Sometimes when you are in Africa you can be afraid of things you never even see...well, that is not true for me. I only fear the real, or at least, now I can say that because I saw my FIRST snake the other day. I am living in a new house you know, Carly's actually. When you walk into the house there is a little cement moat type thing surrounding her house and a grate over it by the door to walk in. I was standing on the grate unlocking the door and heard Ginna gasp. I stepped back and muttered the only thing my highly education mind allowed, "oh my holy crapper Yowza...that's a snake." And there he was slithering away as my skin crawled. He was about a meter long and olive green. He was probably about a silver dollar in width and absolutely gross! I don't like snakes, at all.

I found out that a snake actually crawled through the window of our old house the other day and hid out in the dresser in Brooker and my old room. I am so thankful that happened AFTER I was already gone. I am still living in denial and choosing to believe that Malawi is completely reptile free, don't try to convince me otherwise.

Today is a sad day, I am officially alone. (I am also officially a drama queen) I came here alone, true, but Farzam was here from the start. He was my buddy, my brother, my fellow emotional basket case. We bonded, we were friends. He left me today to go to the Congo. Of course I write this as though it wasn't the plan all along and as though he actually left me, not addressing the fact that he has set out on a grand adventure that God designed for him from the beginning. I find that I make everything about myself. I'm a work in process, so I can share these things with you and I am learning to accept myself anyways. So anyways, he left, brooker has been gone for a week now, and I, well, I am still in South Africa.

I've decided to make the most of my time here in the interim between SA and Malawi so I volunteered to help out with driving for the Home Based Care project. The driver is burnt out and could use a break. MaFlo, the director of Masoyi HBC asked me to drive tomorrow and Thursday and I agreed...she hasn't seen me drive and I am sure this is why she found confidence in me. It will be an adventure to say the least. An old broken down Venture, white, driven by a girly who is used to doing everything on the right, is still learning how to shift, and has never 4x4 until she arrived in Africa. I think it will be an eye-opener and I am glad to know I won't be driving any patients around tomorrow, no need to cause any additional damage! :)

I don't know when I am going to Malawi, things are a bit up in the air and I would ask that you pray about this. I'm technically not supposed to be here. The plan was for me to be in Malawi already, but here I sit and think of that verse on how we have so many plans but the Lord's plans are the one's that prevail. It is nice to know that He has a plan, I can find some comfort in that.

I posted some more pictures as well, check the craziness out!