About Kenya

The Global Volunteer Network currently has opportunities to help develop communities through our partner organization in Kenya. Volunteers have the opportunity to be involved in a variety of work, including education and training for children from under-privileged backgrounds and HIV/AIDS counselling. Through this program, volunteers will have a chance to make a personal contribution and connection to the people of Kenya.

The volunteer opportunities are in the following areas:

  • Teaching Program
  • Children Orphanage Program
  • Medical/Health Program
  • HIV/AIDS Program
  • Maasailand Program

For more information about the Kenya volunteer program please visit Global Volunteer Network's Kenya volunteer page.

Recent Kenya Journals:

KARIBU – The journey starts

 Posted by Herika Noleto at 12:10 am  Kenya  Comments Off on KARIBU – The journey starts
Nov 052013
 

Day one

Afters spending the day  in the heart of Nairobi, kenya where I received my orientation, I was brought to Daylove care children’s center located in the western suburbs of Nairobi around the dagoretti slum area. The dirty road that brought me here was full of locals who were walking on the street coming from work, picking up vegetables from the small tends. Approaching the gate of the compound  kids in their uniforms started to come out from school, curiously looking into, once spotted they started to shout laughing loudly MARIBU..MARIBU White people. Once inside the manager Mr. Frances came to welcome us, JAMBO KARIBU ! HI Welcome ! After settling into my modest accommodation I was given a tour around the compound. The main house serves as a shelter for 19 kids that don’t have where to go. Their age range from 10-18 years old.  Four class rooms for  the high school kids that come during the day to be educated, from 6am to 6pm. ” The longer they stay here the safer their are”, explained Mr. Frances.  back at the house Polin the house Mother prepared us some rice and lentils, everyone was so nice and welcoming that my heart was filed with joy. I can’t  believe I was finally here and the I had made it. The journey has began!

Please help us help this kids by donating today. Its safe and fast just visit the link http://www.gvnfundraising.org/fundraise?fcid=260231–  any amount is welcome.

Primeiro Dia

 

Depois de um dia intenso no centro da cidade de Nairobi, Quênia aonde recebi a minha orientação e introdução ao programa, fui transferida para o orfanato LoveDay Care que localizado no subúrbio oeste da cidade a redor das favelas. De dentro do carro através de uma pequena brecha eu espiava curiosa a rua de chão que me trouce ate aqui. Cheia de pessoas que transitava ao redor dos mercados de vegetais, roupas e de tudo que você imaginar, expostos ao poluição que toma conta do ar. Ao chegar a entrada da propriedade fomos quase barrados pela e multidão de crianças que saião da escola, que ao me ver gritavam em meio risadas; Maribu…. Brancos ou seja Gringos. Ao meio encontro veio Frances, o diretor da creche que me recebeu com um grande sorriso “ Jambo Karibu” Hola Bem vinda” ele dizia. Me mostrando a modesta casa onde ficarei acomodada pelos próximos 14 dias. Logo em seguida recebi um tour a propriedade que e composta de uma casa onde 19 crianças na faixa de 11 a 18 anos são abrigadas mais 5 salas que durante o dia sao ocupadas pelo os alunos de  segundo grau, composta de 200 crianças, e 2 salas para o maternal com 40 crianças.  Essas crianças vem somente para estudar da 6:00 da manha a 18:00 da tarde onde recebem alimentação e educação com segurança. “Quanto mais tempos mantidas dentro da creche menos riscos eles  correm” me explico o Sr. Frances. De volta a casa Polian a governante nos preparou um arroz com lentilhas, considerado luxo aqui feito somente pras os voluntariados. Todos foram muito gentis e simpáticos me fazendo sentir muito benvinda o que alegrou muito meu coração. Mau podia eu acreditar que estou aqui que conseguir concretizar esse sonho. Que comece essa pequena mas importante jornada!

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Waking up before the dream ends

 Posted by Meredith Rosson at 3:37 am  Kenya  Comments Off on Waking up before the dream ends
Nov 022013
 

I am feeling a little bit like I am waking up before my dream has finished.

My final few days were crammed with unplanned events and emotions and a lot of reflections.

For three days our planned trip to go home home visits were rescheduled due to carol, the social worker’s increased work load. The night shelter had sent home the housemothers while an investigation ensued. This caused carol to have to pick up their duties plus manage her normal duties. She was trying the best she could but she needed help beyond what we could provide. This meant our planned home visits that would allow us to meet the families that the night shelter children came from was postponed… Eventually to the day after my departure. Thus leaving a gap in my understanding the wholeness of their personalities.

But as the events unfolded the final few days I became convinced that I was intended all along to stay onsite.

the final convincing event was the scariest. On Monday morning the high school kids were starting their month long end of term national exams. I equate it to Stars, taks, or for old school Texans, the TAAS test. At about 10:30 that morning a saw a high school girl being held by 4 peers and a teacher following behind. No one else seemed to notice nor care. By this time it didn’t totally surprise me to be the only one rushing to them to see what had happened. I cant tell you how many injuries i was the only one to tend to during my time here. Upon reaching them I noticed the girl was completely limp and unconscious. I helped bear some of her dead weight as i continued to ask the teacher and others carrying her questions. All I got from thEm was that she had fainted. No one knew or could translate into English much else. We held the unconscious girl for at least 30 more seconds until I realized there wasn’t a plan but more teachers had surrounded us Without helping bear the weight or assist in finding a flat place we could put her. I immediately took on the directive role. I asked for a table to be brought out from a room… I got an old tattered mattress . We started to lay her on the mattress when she suddenly awoke with a shrill and began contorting her body in a way I had only seen in movies about possessions. I quickly regretted taking on the directive role for fear this was beyond my CPR and first aid training. But snapped out of my fear just as quickly when I realized the dire state she seemed to be in. She was reaching for me and grabbing my shirt tightly. I ran to grab a cold rag because of how hot she seemed. When I returned, with Mariana in my footsteps, she still seemed out of it but had calmed slightly. She was grabbing the side of her stomach dramatically. Immediately I thought of My friend Nicole when her appendix had ruptured. I began telling the teachers we needed a doctor. They seemed to be ignoring me and they listened to her cries in Swahili. They explained to me it was just menstrual cramps and quickly became less interested in helping her. We ran to get her water and ibuprofen from my bag, as the teachers had asked. When I returned there were only two of my favorite teachers remaining with her and she (Naomi) was awaiting the pills they promised her I was bringing. I questioned them with fury now that this was all it was because I have never witnessed someone having a reaction to cramps like that and grabbing the side of their body. I expressed my concern of giving her meds without a doctor diagnosing her but clearly the rules and regulations we live by in the US are not copied here. I gave her the pills and they continued to reassure me it was just cramps. She had calmed down at this point And took the pills between grasping her side and moans. I placed the cool rag on her neck and rubbed her back. the two teachers had yet to reach down and try to sooth her. They merely questioned her a good 3-4 feet away while standing above her on the dirty old mattress on the dirt ground. I could not be processing this correctly. A child under their watch could not have just had this medical episode and no one seemed to think much of it. I know the medical world is different in Africa, but I still would expect the human inclination to help one another receive medical attention would be the same. But nope. they dismissed me and my medical assistance. They said naomi was going just lie there until she could resume exams. Resume her exams-what?!?! But I left. I knew I had let them know enough of my feelings on how they were handling it and even my two favorite teachers weren’t hearing my pleas to seek outside medical assistance. So I left.

Still waiting around on carol for our planned home visits, I stepped outside about 40 minutes later only to hear the girl walking and throwing up repeatedly from her classroom (clearly they had taken her back to work on her exam) to the detached restrooms. A teacher watching from afar Yelling in Swahili at the girl. Maybe they were words of comfort, but the tone sure didn’t seem that way. I rushed in to get a bottled water for her and rushed back to her side. My mind still not processing how I could be the only one showing concern and assisting this poor girl showingphysiological symptoms     That needed a doctor’s attention- not just mine. I also kept thinking what would happen if I weren’t here. These poor kids. Who just leaves a child like this on their own to “work it out”?!? I tried not to focus on my disbelief and return my focus to Naomi and assist her in finding comfort. She made it to the restroom and spent a few minutes in there before reemerging. Her teacher only greeted us to usher her back to her exam room. Again I tried to tell this newly involved teacher my concerns and she asked me if I had given her pain killers-as if it were my job. I explained I had previously after she had fainted but now that she had thrown up I wasn’t sure if she had kept them down (this teacher didn’t even know she had Fainted previously). on naomi’s behalf I was getting quite upset at the lack of care, attention, and communication… So I took over. The teachers weren’t in charge anymore- I was. I told the teacher I needed her to boil water so we could create a make-shift heating pad to relieve her cramps. I told her while the water was boiling to get me the mattress and move it in the shade. We laid her down at the top of the stairs on the mattress. Almost immediately she fainted again. She was out for over 40 seconds this time. Her eyes were twitching- it was real and I was left alone with her once again. Those 40+ seconds seemed too long. I was not a doctor and I was getting more and more upset on her behalf and my own for being put in this situation after I had repeatedly insisted they get a doctor but was ignored. When Naomi awoke, she again was very out of it and immediately grabbed her stomach. Within another 30 seconds i saw the principal, Richard climbing the stairs. Thank goodness I thought.. . He will take notice of one of his students having fainted for the second time. But to my horror he reached out and grabbed her hand and said, “come on Naomi. It is exam time. God will give you strength-stand and trust in him.” What the heck was I witnessing?!? I believe whole heartedly in god’s ability to heal but I had never seen something so appalling. He saw my horror on my face. I explained to him that she literally JUST awakened from fainting and something was terribly wrong with her and she needed a doctor. He then said to me first, “but she has exams.” Then turning back to Naomi and grabbing her hand  again to pull her up and said, “it is exam time. Show me you believe in god and that he will give you strength. Stand Naomi! God performs  miracles for those that believe. Exams are most important right now, you will be ok.” I couldn’t take it. I held her shoulder down and said “this is not right- miracles are not performed on command and right now her health is most important, not exams. She is in no state to take exams.” Then to make him listen to me more I started speaking above his head in medical  terms about her pulse, heart rate, neurological possibilities… He started to realize I wasn’t as young as I looked and I was more knowledgable than he. He couldn’t argue with what he didn’t understand. But he tried. He told me it was all psychological due to stress from the exam. He knew from my face how stupid he sounded… But he continued. He told her she was going through what every girl deals with… Again I almost started my nervous laughter out of pity for how silly he sounded. I wasn’t letting her up, but they weren’t giving up… They brought her exam to her!!! They told her she could lie down and take her exam. This is when Mariana came out to see what was going on. I explained it to her and she too said Naomi was in no state to take an exam right now! They said “look she is doing it”, and pointed at Naomi obediently laying in pain writing in her exam book. I was clearly disgusted by their actions.

Then Priscilla walked up- she was the director of the board that ran the school. When she saw that Mariana and I were involved and we explained what had occurred and advocating on behalf of the well being of one of her students, she knew she better take our side and told the principal that Naomi was going to a doctor and she would resume testing once she was better. Priscilla knew she had to take this stance… There is a lot of back story here that I have not written about.

so Naomi was rushed to the hospital and unfortunately I haven’t heard an update. If this had been a teen movie Mariana and I would have ended with a jumping high five, but it isn’t… We merely walked past the principal and back to our room discussing what the heck they would have done to her if we weren’t here. Not that we are saints or heros, and they are bad.. . It isn’t that at all. They just have a long way to go culturally to understand the importance of taking care of ones health. They don’t even have a small first aid kit onsite. I am leaving them mine. The amount of bandaids and alcohol swabs I have used since I have been here is alarming. I firmly believe that the American culture can be over cautious and demanding of a third party to do the looking out for oneself instead of taking the responsibility on yourself but there seems to be a need for a meeting in the middle between these two cultural ways… Especially dealing with children. I hope it was just cramps. I hope I was over reacting and being overly protective, but I also hope they learn to be protective of those in their care.

we never made it to home visits.

but I got To read the case files on each of the children staying at the night shelter. Folder by folder. Child by child. Case by case I realized how important every person that comes into these kids’ lives is and the necessity of good people is to the way these kids will ever learn to trust adults and others again. I have learned long ago that children are the best undiscovered and often ignored detectives. They are masterful interpreters of the human vibe. They may not comprehend the evils grown within the ages of adults, but they easily identify the good guys from the bad guys. The kids at the shelter were no different. When I arrived I realized The poison of fear hung and sneakily lingered in the air There. But the kids knew… They had an extra protector that floated into their lives for 5 short weeks. I provided them an extra hug, an extra kiss good night, and a nourishing and foreign “I love you” before bed. these were simple acts I had taken for granted by my parents but gave easily and naturally to the children at the shelter. They knew I loved them… I hope even before I said it, but I know how reassuring the words can be So I said them religiously and spontaneously during my nights with them.

As I get to know these children better and love them more, my willingness to be a passive participant in the unveiling of their shredded innocence becomes frayed in the middle and it was only a matter of time before the whistle was blown.
As i approached my final days, I felt an ache. Not an ache of loneliness, emptiness, or returning to a life and reality that doesn’t feel meant for you, but an ache that stemmed from fear for what the future holds for someone so precious that you would lay your life out on the line for their safety and future well being. That unknown fear is shrouded in darkness and consumes the mind while your heart is overtaken with love. This might be the description of parenthood. And for 5 weeks I was privileged to be their parent.
During my time here i saw first hand that The wealthiest children wore tattered clothes and had no shoes but held the hands of a loving mother and father as they lived a life in the slum. I I held on tightly to the kids of my night shelter not just for protection, but in hopes that my loving touch would be imprinted in their palms and felt on nights along after I leave.
The innocence of a child will bring you a shield of joy to protect yourself with. I feel mighty protected myself By the joy given to me from all 19 kids in the shelter.

A day with Moses

 Posted by Meredith Rosson at 12:04 am  Kenya  Comments Off on A day with Moses
Oct 222013
 

well now it is down to Mariana and me at daylove. We went out for Chris’ final night and I’m not sure why this surprised me, but nightlife in kenya wasn’t much different than in texas. perhaps this is because we were escorted by locals (friends Gemma and Chris made here.

it was a national holiday on Monday, so the kids that live I site had the day off. We had received permission from Priscilla to take the kids out in groups of 4 each Sunday ( but we started with the first group on the Monday holiday. We sat the kids down as a group and explained to them that they would all get a weekend out but since there were just two of us, Mariana and me, we could only take 4 at a time.

This first group we selected rose, Beatrice, Peter, and Brian. Brian said he wanted to wait until he could go in a group with Peter kimani (his Best friend). So we then selected Moses to take his place. My buddy! He was so excited, you could see it all over his face despite his efforts to play it cool. I told the kids that were going to go get changed and meet us in 5 minutes. Moses didn’t move. I went up to him and asked him if he was ready and he whispered ashamedly that he didn’t have clothes for town. I told him that what he had on was fine (sweats and a Tshirt) but clearly in the Kenyan culture or because he felt so special to have been selected first, he wanted to dress nicely for this rare outing. I spoke to Beatrice (she is one of the older girls and plays the big sister role perfectly to the rest of the kids) and she quickly took him upstairs and borrowed jeans from another kid and styled him for their special outing (at this point they didn’t know where we were taking them). The excitement in Moses eyes (he was the youngest of the 4 chosen this week, at age 10) was all I needed to feel the same excitement for him. The day before, he had received word that us little sister had been hit by a car and taken to a hospital. The sadness in his eyes about not being able to see her broke my heart so I was so happy to see that this adventure had replaced his worries as a young big brother, with personal happiness.

we caught a crowded matatu to junction and Moses had to ride in my lap. I loved it. He is just so small and quiet, yet so aware of everything going on around him and quickly caught on to the ways/rules of the matatu. All of the kids were excited. Beatrice and Rose had received some special one on one time with Chris before, so I was mostly happy to make Moses and Peter feel special to have been selected for the first group outing.

we caught a bus into town and realized our plan hadnt included lunch so we decided to treat them to lunch in town . we all got beef kebabs and shared large helpings of French fries (or chips). The real treat seemed to be the sodas they selected for their drinks. Then we followed it with ice cream.

After lunch we got on the final bus to our final destination and here we told them we were taking them to the giraffe sanctuary. Theory told us they had been there with other volunteers within the last year. Our sails deflated. Quickly Moses suggested to Nairobi national museum and the others excitedly joined in with his eagerness to go there. So thankfully we jumped off the bus to the giraffe sanctuary just in time before it left. We navigated our way to the museum, which wasn’t easy without our map and going against the plans we originally made (as foreigners you plan in advance so you know what buses to take), but we managed.

The kids loved it! I loved watching the run from one exhibit to the next, explaining it to me before i could catch up. I felt very honored to see their excitement for an educational outing and it just proved once again how special they are and what unique children they are- kids in the US would almost always chose a zoo over a museum, but these kids thrive on learning new things about he world.

at about 4 we made our way back home. The ride home took quite a while due to a van hitting a power line that crossed the main rode back to dagoretti. When we arrived home the other kids met us happily with excitement bc Gemma had come to say goodbye to them and gave them each pictures. They chanted “we got pictures” as we walked in. I think it was their way of making themselves feel better that they weren’t part of the first group outing. They have grown up with the rule that what is done for one must be done for all. I disagree with this rule mainly bc it ruins the opportunity to teach them how to be happy for one another if something special happens for one. The real world is not as fair or spreads joy as evenly, but  I also understand why they have it in place. Some kids make a quick impression on you as a volunteer and the shy ones could slip through the cracks with volunteers’ kindness- like I felt had happened in the past for Moses. Again I was comforted knowing he got the special outing first.

it was sad to see the kids say goodbye to Gemma. She had been with them since February and they all love her. But like kids do, they bounced back to their evening routine fairly quickly. It offered a glimpse into the lack of aftermath with my own departure rapidly approaching. But I know she left a place in their hearts and for many I hope I do the same.

That evening, we experienced the aftermath of the van’s accident with the power line. We lost power. The stars are  bright in the slums, but not enough to illuminatE the night shelter enough. Thankfully Gina had talked me into purchasing a hand cranked flashlight and the kids clung to me with it guiding us through the shelter and going through nightly rituals of bathtime and dinner. We had several moments with it off and sitting in the dark. I felt so much comfort and love and light during those dark moments. Coco crawled into my lap and Moses reached out for more affection than he ever had during that time. It was like he felt ok asking for love when no one could see him reaching out for it. He no longer had to be tough. He leaned on my back and wrapped his arms around my shoulders wrapping me in a sweet embrace. Then on each side i had 3-5 kids clinging closely. I felt in this moment the immense and overbearing joy of motherhood. I couldn’t help but think about wanting to bring them home with me.

My thoughts drifted to a mural some previous volunteers had painted of the scene from the Bible where baby Moses was found in the Nile river by the pharaoh’s daughter and how quickly his life changed. I imagined whatever background that led to my Moses ending up in the orphanage was much like the biblical Moses ending up in the river. my Moses’ life could be changed the same way if I could adopt him. I know the reality of my life is not conducive yet to this option, but the moment in the dark with his arms wrapped around me and that analogy playing in my mind will never be forgotten. I wish I could be the pharaoh’s daughter for him.

what a sweet day and hopefully the memories will be replayed and enjoyed by him and the others. They desperately need these outings and I feel honored and grateful to give them these moments.

Gina, Meux family and mom you should also feel honored as you are helping fund these memories and moments ( the special outings ) thank you for allowing me to be a part of it.

Many hugs!

New hope rising

 Posted by Meredith Rosson at 11:31 pm  Kenya  Comments Off on New hope rising
Oct 182013
 

Well let me first start off by saying how much I appreciate each and every email or FB post that comes in. That little piece of “home” goes a long way here! Most recently I received news that my baby sister is now engaged!!! Thank goodness I I feel like these kids need me and they are so darn cute bc I am HATING not being there with her to celebrate!  I would be on the next flight home if it werent for these sweet munchkins. So many hugs your way Gina!!! I can’t believe how quickly the end is approaching. Tonight is Chris’ final night here before he heads back to chile. We are going out to celebrate… Not sure about the nightlife here, but I will report back (don’t worry mom, I will be safe) 😉 i have to say I am extremely thankful for all of the volunteers I have met along the way. Our allegiance to one other has taken on a familial status while we are all here for a common goal and in a place out of our comfort zone. Gemma (from Australia) and Chris ( from chile) have really been the ones that brought me a sense of ease in this new culture. They were here before us ( Gemma since February and Chris since September) and thanks to them, we were told everything we needed to know- how to catch a matatu, which matatu to catch, how much things should cost, more about the staff we hadn’t laid eyes on at daylove and more about the kids’ background. They really saved Mariana and I from several scams, I am sure. I am also so thankful for Mariana (from Mexico). We are roomies and together have taken a bumpy ride here in Kenya. [click here to read more]

Edits

 Posted by Meredith Rosson at 2:30 am  Kenya  Comments Off on Edits
Oct 162013
 

Sorry, the stupid auto correct on this site made the Moses story hard to follow at first:   i was trying to collect all of the kids’ birthdays. He did not know his which is why he was hiding. I told him he got to choose his own day… I hope that helps

Moments in my heart

 Posted by Meredith Rosson at 2:14 am  Kenya  Comments Off on Moments in my heart
Oct 162013
 

I am sorry to all that I haven’t been able to update at this my often as I had hoped. I do nothave easy access to Internet and when I do, it doesn’t work long enough to type in here. I am trying to soak in every moment here, especially with the kids that live on site. I will try to share a couple of stories that have snuggled their way into my heart: the first is the moment I had a breakthrough with our you get child, coco. she is pint size and funny and has the brightest smile that overtakes her small stature. Until about 1 week ago, she had always ran away from other and showed such shyness around me. The moment we had a breakthrough I think I really just wore her down by trying so hard to talk to her. so often the kids are spoken to as a group, given the opportunity for individualized attention seems abnormal and they are wary of it often. I think that is what was going on with coco…. Until we discovered our mutual love of practical jokes. Once she noticed me tapping kids on the shoulder and hiding or pretending it wasn’t me, we became partners in crime quickly. that first night of practical jokes ended with her falling asleep in my lap. Her tiny body fit perfectly in my lap and quickly, despite the chaos around us she fell asleep. I love this moment so much. Another way I have bonded with coco and others was with my hair. They are obsessed with my hair- touching , brushing, braiding, anything. Even the boys love it. At the bottom is a pic of my hair after I let the kids, Regina specifically, have free reign with my hair [click here to read more]

A rare day off

 Posted by Meredith Rosson at 11:43 pm  Kenya  Comments Off on A rare day off
Oct 102013
 

Well we had a rare day off today. The private school at our location is off for midterm studies and the kids that live at the orphanage had school. So in rare fashion we had a day off. I woke up and went for my first run this morning. While quite hilly, I enjoyed the challenge and time alone to reflect. I suppose I should update you all since the last post. Things have gotten much better and I feel quite settled now. The kids are fantastic- bright, funny, joyful, and just want/need love. There are many obstacles we seem to face as volunteers… Corruption with those the children should be able to trust, cultural values, resources, and the ability for changes you implement to continue to be carried out once we leave. At times you feel hopeless to implement long- lasting change but the most important thing I am trying to leave them with is feeling of self worth, knowledge that they deserve the right kind of love, and a sense of empowerment to instill changes themselves. I am quite in love with the children that live at the orphanage. I only get two hours a day with them since they leave for school at 5:30am and don’t return until 6pm and go straight to tutoring. But those two hours make every single day For me. One of Kenyans’ vices is telenovelas but in English. It he kids get one hour to finish homework and once completed watch the telenovelas. While it is just tv time that I often take for granted back at home, it is one of my favorite times here. Often I am surrounded by children on my lap and on both sides, hugging and holding onto me. I love this interaction. I love the need [click here to read more]

Week one is already over

 Posted by Meredith Rosson at 2:33 am  Kenya  Comments Off on Week one is already over
Oct 072013
 

I am quite sorry that my updates haven’t been coming in like I had hoped to keep you all informed. I am here in Kenya and I have completed my first week. I will give you a brief update. My flight in was a long one, not because it was 12 hours, but because of the creep I had to sit next to. If you want details ask me later. Let’s just say I felt like I needed a shower by the end of it, and not the champagne shower he provided me with by drunkenly spilling a glass of champagne all over me. all of my luggage made it and my driver was there to pick me up. It was about midnight when I arrived and we had quite drive before getting to my host family’s home. When we got there it was close to 1am. we waited about 30-45 minutes for them to open the gate.  a girl about my age led me to my room in the back house , past a chicken coop, through a room full of rosaries, crucifixes, and pictures of Jesus and Mary (at least they were there to greet me). I was shown to my room and told goodnight. Needless to say it was a far cry from what I expected Or mentally prepared for. I felt very alone trying to figure out how to use the mosquito net (harder than you think when it has so many holes in it) and I had a restless night. The next morning they cooked me two pieces of toast for Breakfast. I still had not been introduced to the owner of the house or any of the many people I came across. I asked for Internet so I could let my family know I [click here to read more]

The rough road (or airways) to Brussels

 Posted by Meredith Rosson at 3:46 pm  Kenya  Comments Off on The rough road (or airways) to Brussels
Sep 282013
 

First of all let my apologize for the awful autocorrect this thing does. I try to catch it but clearly from my previous post I didn’t catch it all. Well like the title the trip to Brussels was hard- mostly emotionally. I had my airplane moment people had warned me about. I had one final conversation in DC with Matt and my family and then upon being seated in a half full huge airplane reality set in. I was leaving my family and my country. No one at this point was there to help. It was all me. I had already had to run and catch two trains to catch this plane and I think because of that stress, having not eaten since early in the morning, and being exhausted, I felt overwhelmed, mostly with sudden loneliness. I could not stop the tears… so embarrassing. I couldn’t understand what was going on. I have been wanting this for so long and here I was making it happen and all of the sudden I had regrets for the length of time I was going to be away. I suddenly realized how close I was close I was to my family and what an emotional backbone they provided for my life. I kept telling myself to get it together but I couldn’t. I had the nicest flight attendant come up and try to offer me tissues. I felt so silly, but with the hunger and exhaustion and nerves of flying I just could not pull myself together ( no big sobs, just silent tears). The great thing looking back besides the kind flight attendant was brussels airlines rocked! The plane was very nice. The flight was only half full which meant eventually I could spread across three seats and sleep, and believe [click here to read more]

The dream starts… Well 10 hours ago

 Posted by Meredith Rosson at 9:51 am  Kenya  Comments Off on The dream starts… Well 10 hours ago
Sep 272013
 

I wish I had something profound to starry off my journal entry with, but really I am sitting in the airport trying to make sense of all the emotions I am feeling while waiting alone. My family knows, but I had to finish my 2014 budget before leaving for work. Well I finished at about 8pm last night. Gina and I had plans to meet at TJ MAXX so i could purchase some last minute cheap clothes. I  found out I would be washing clothes by hand, which I have a feeling might be tough on my clothes ( either too rough or never quite clean) so I decided to pick up a few things that I didn’t mind if I ruined  I would like say that I have the best sister ever. She was helping my sort through the madness of the discount racks To find the best deals. By the time we got home it was well past my bedtime… if you know me, my I internal clock shuts down at 10pm. I turn into a pumpkin… My brain was not reliable enough at that point to pack, so I called it a night. I was so happy because Matt was able to come see me too that night. I am going to miss you  so much Matt! So much love your way! Try to find a hobby or two to keep your mind off me and not shed too many tears in your pillow at night 😉 this morning I woke up at 5:30 to start preparing… Crazy to think I didn’t start packing for this trip until the day of, but with all that had to be prepared at work for my leave of absence, every day was crazy long. Thankfully I have had since march [click here to read more]

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