Breathe In, Breathe Out.

If I disappear off the face of the earth, I figure I should at least update you about what's going on over here.

Welcome to the last two weeks of my life. SO excitingggggg ahhhhh.

I am currently residing in a house in southeast Washington D.C., with about fifteen other counselors Camp Heaven counselors and Little Lights staff. Yes, we have cockroaches. Yes, I've killed many a spider in the shower. (This is quite a monumental feat for me, by the way. I was freaking out because I didn't have my glasses on and there was just this big blob moving closer and closer to me but I KILLED THAT THING YEAH.) Yes, the men standing outside ask us if we're scared that "we're in the ghetto." But I absolutely love it here. I love these counselors, as quirky as some of us are. I live with two girls in my little apartment (there's 4 "apartments" here) - Ruth and Kati Leone. Never have I met two such amazing people. My roommate is Ruth, and she is seriously one of the kindest and most big-hearted women I know. She just got a disgusting case of poison ivy that has made her life miserable, but she somehow still keeps a cheerful face and somehow makes it through the day even though her arms are on fire. Even though she's an early sleeper (omg she has such good habits, I must learn from her soon), we occasionally get to stay up together and just talk. ASDFKJSAlkdfj I love her. Kati is just one of the sweetest girls EVER (Joe Mikey Mapa, you are one heck of a lucky man!) and maybe that's why she's getting eaten alive by bed bugs/mosquitos/some sort of bug. I hope I can be something like her one day. I love her that much.

And then there's Vivian, the funniest 5'1" girl I know - who speaks amazing Cantonese, and is so cute and cracks me up like every minute of everyday. And somehow, I've seen videos on Facebook of her without even knowing her like WHAT. I guess I'm more of a stalker than I realize. And there's Jeff, who seems to enjoy scaring me every 9 minutes and then chortling about it, and who is freaking amazing at la guitarra. And Jeremiah with his rule-breaking short shorts and weird OCD eating habits and I definitely have like a million pictures of his outrageous escapades.

Starting on Monday (OMG as;ldfsdkfj gonna die) I'll be a counselor for the 7,8, and 9-year-old girls along with my lovely co-counselor Katie Kenna. Haha what a handywoman she is, fixing every broken chair we have in this house. It's truly going to be a pleasure working with her, but also a little hard because my nature is to do things on my own. I hate working in groups, because people seem to always let me down and not do things "my way" and I just end up doing the entire project by myself.



Okay. I'm getting a little scared because it's really late at night and I hear weird noises outside that are really loud. I have to get to bed.

Please pray for us.
There is so much brokenness here, so much darkness. That I am truly really scared right now because we have heard about eight bullet shots in the middle of the night and for some reason I feel like something bad is going to happen tonight.

I miss you guys back at home, and although I truly wish I could've come back this weekend to say goodbye to this amazing man named Jabez, I know that I am called to be here.

Goodnight. I'll write more soon - Again, please. Keep Potomac Gardens, Camp Heaven, our counselors in your prayers.