Flashback to Mizak. And why I'm essentially Audrey Hepburn.

Reader,

I was just flipping through the journal I kept in Haiti and stumbled across this entry: 

11/16/15 

"I kind of want to try living off of boiled potatoes for like two weeks just to see what the Irish potato famine was like."

That's the entire entry. 

Profound, Sadie. Really profound. 

It's raining here today, which I love.

One day in Mizak (the little town up in the mountains of Haiti) it started pouring at like 4:30 pm. We quickly packed up all of our stuff from outside. Laundry, chairs, dishes, and bustled it into the house. The door of the cookhouse was firmly locked and then we retreated into the house. Our poor little dog was left shivering under the awning of the front door.

It was freezing. 

There is no electricity in Mizak so the house was incredibly dark. We lit candles and sat around damply. Not saying much at all.

After awhile I just went to bed. Bundled into as many layers as I could.

Side note: I wasn't living with Lee. I was staying with some of his friends, but when I first got to Mizak Lee had given me a blanket.

It's pretty warm in Mizak most of the time, but I was used to Port au Prince where it is HOT. The family I was with gave me a sheet to sleep under. Which was fine. When paired with my blanket. 

But on this night, this particularly rainy night, I was feeling very cold indeed. 

I tucked the blanked around me, and doubled up the sheet. Wrapping it over the blanket for added insulation. 

Sometime in the night I woke up to the sound of raindrops...in my room. 

Yes, there was a leak in the roof directly above me. 

Oh God.

The sheet was no good. Soaked through, but the blanket had miraculously stayed dry, so I scooted as far away from the leak as possible, while still being on the bed. Very pathetically huddled under my one little blanket. 

So needless to say, today I feel very appreciative of the lack of leaks above my bed here in Oregon. 

I do however have two leaks in other areas of my room, so I don't consider myself too much of a princess. 

Okay that's a lie. I'm a total princess. 

My new style is what I call the "Audrey look". It means I try to look as much like Audrey Hepburn as possible. Though she was like 5'7 and had gorgeous hair. Whereas I'm short and my hair is...well. 

Still, princess all the same.

Even if my fancy, designer clothes come from secondhand stores, and I'm lacking in friends because I act a bit too aloof. Seriously, everyone in my class just sort of stares at me blankly as I waltz into the classroom, Juicy Couture bag in hand, taking off my Audrey sunglasses and gazing around at my subjects with my head held high.

What can I say? I love playing dress up. 

--S