It's a BOY!

On Monday morning at 4:11am my sister gave birth to a perfect baby boy. His name is Justin and although I've only seen his picture on facebook I lOVE him so much. Here are a few thoughts about my new Nephew...

I can't even begin to explain how my heart aches over the fact that I can not hold him.

I need to start ordering WSU baby t-shirt on line.

my sister is beautiful

I'm thinking about writing a love song to baby Justin...must learn how to play guitar and write songs

wondering how easy or difficult it would be to sneak onto a plane. I'm pretty sure I could get sneak on in Kathmandu but after that may prove to be a problem.

"welcome to the world baby Justin...I'm not sure when I'll get to see you and hold you but MAN do I love you!"

April happenings

The month of April has seemed to pass me by...

Before I knew it, I was stepping into May and looking at all the things I have to do by June.

April brought about change. The weather started to feel distinctly warmer. The evenings started to last a little longer and I packed away my sweaters.

My roommate Amanda left for the states. Her last week here was a busy one. It seemed that every friend she had ever made wanted to sit and have tea with her one last time. I’m sure I’ll see Amanda again soon but I must admit her leaving put me in a little bit of a funk...gone are the days of dancing to Beyonce and singing along to early 90's songs.


April also brought “hellos”. My team went from two to five. Some of these hellos were old friends and some were brand new. None the less, getting to know eachother and settling into life here were all apart of April.


The last week in April had me packing for the mountains. Not to mention working on a visa application, setting up a bank account, and working on financial reports.


Here are a few other things that happened in April…
Ran out of gas due to the gas shortage.
Gained a few more hours of power a week
Got sick and can now fit into my “skinny” jeans again
Purchased a new chair
Set up my guest room
Celebrated Easter
Ate pepperoni pizza (compliments to Ang for the pepperoni and to Andrea for the idea to take it to Fire and Ice)

To all the fans out there, sorry I neglected my blogg. Hopefully this month is better. I have already started writing about this most recent trip to the mountains. Talk to ya about it soon!

Thame in May

 

Leaving the mountains is bitter sweet. You are excited to go home to the amenities that Kathmandu can afford. Hot showers, clean sheets, and good food are just a few of the things one craves. Yet, as you get ready to board the twin prop odder plane you take one last breath of clean air and one last glance of the mountains knowing that these are two things Kathmandu is without.

They say that the Lukla airport is one of the highest and shortest in the world. If you look at the short strip you travel down you don’t debate the “shortest” claim. The plain starts to shimmy as it gears up to head down the runway and before you know it you are in the air. The flight home is amazing. If the weather is clear you can see the whole Himalayan range.
Unlike the trip to Lukla the return flight is filled with an intimate knowledge of the mountains. They are no longer things seen in the far far distance or on a post card but rather they were home to you. You have walked amongst their majesty and splendor. You have spent ours walking up, only to lose your breath, and realize how small man is. They are not intimate like a friend, but rather it is the sort of intimacy that comes from a relationship where you are fully aware that it could take your life and are due respect.

Once you arrive in Kathmandu there is no easing into the city life again. After haggling for a taxi you hit the crazy streets, swerving in and out of traffic littered with bicycles and cows. Once you reach your destination it is assumed that you are a tourist so you are surrounded by those trying to sell you tiger balm hindu statues, and other nick nacs…to me it is Kathmandu’s way of saying hello and welcome home.

This most recent time home as I approached my house the blowing of horns, beating of drums, and the hundreds of people surrounding my place tipped me off that something was up. It turned out that my Landlord’s father had died four days earlier. In Sherpa culture when a family member dies they have puja (a sort of worship to Buddha) for four days. On the fourth day they take the body to a Buddhist holy place to be burned.

As I approached my gate and swam through the crowd of grieving Sherpa my heart felt heavy. My friends were grieving over the loss of a loved one. They had just spent the past four days praying that that Grandpa would make it to a better place, unsure if their prayers would be heard. In that moment God soberly reminded me why I was here. He reminded me why I go to the mountains. He reminded me that I have a hope for a future and I am not to keep that a secret.