Straightening my hair for the last time this morning was extremely emotional. I'm not kidding. It could have had something to do with the fact that I knew I had to say goodbye to my family and the fact that it was 4:45am, but it was also saying goodbye to my straightener which is the most important aspect of my beauty routine. My fellow volunteers will now be subjected to crazy Jewfro and it's just as terrible opposite... flat greasy hair. Oh, the horror. I will miss my Chi straightener dearly. I may even have it sent to me during the cool season if it is physically possible for me have nice hair. Meaning, it's not above 100F. I envy all of you with straight hair/ hair that looks good curly, is long, as well as everyone who can look nice on a regular basis.
Speaking of looking nice, the catastrophe I was at the airport was epic even for me. While Grand Rapids was a disaster of the emotional variety, the Detroit airport was hilarious in my inability to correctly stereotype my fellow volunteers. I'm sitting at the gate in Detroit and spot a girl wearing jeans, a recycling t-shirt, Tevas, and a traveling backpack. I approach her and introduce myself and find she's going to Seattle to go hiking and is only sitting at my gate to watch CNN on the big screen. Next, I spot a women with unshaven legs, Chacos, and a backpack, but again she was not a kindred spirit.
Stereotypes actually didn't hold up in DC when I got to meet everyone. Everyone seems nice, excited, and very interesting. I didn't really get in-depth with anyone tonight, but an 8 hour plane ride tomorrow should help that progress.
I've now been up for 18+ hours, which is exhausting when saying goodbye/ having complete emotional breakdowns including sob fests. I'm in my hotel room now preparing for my vaccines and departure tomorrow. It would be a lie to say I was not completely terrified and that there wasn't some part of me that would love to get on a plane back to Michigan, but I'm going to Africa tomorrow and that's pretty cool.
Messy, but Warm
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