The title of this post is a text message my mom sent me on Sunday. I had her alter a skirt for me to take on my trip, and she finished it while I was out and about. It's pretty much the best text message ever; it describes me and my trip, my hopes and expectations and even my image of myself, so perfectly.
I am beginning to write this from the Washington Dulles airport, waiting to board the Virgin Atlantic flight to LHR, which is soon. I don't know if I will finish this post before I board. I couldn't connect to wifi right away, and now that I have it is quite slow; so this post may be somewhat delayed. I flew Virgin Atlantic once before, in 2007 or 2008, when I was bumped from a different airline. It was a really good experience so I expect the same this time. It was the first time I ever saw Flight of the Conchords (and thus fell in love); and they gave free Stella Artois even to us ignoble bodies back in coach. This day is going beautifully so far. Honestly, it hasn't been smooth sailing, but I feel God's peace so strongly today that (once I had a nap on the plane) I've been unflappable. I keep realizing that I forgot certain things… I even had to buy a replacement iPod cable because mine is on my bedroom floor. I can picture it exactly. It cost me $30 from the airport Brookstone. But it has a wall charger with voltage converter, so I guess that's all right. I know how ridiculous that price is, but for some reason I'm not mad about it. Everyone I've encountered along my way has ranged from pleasant to enchanting. Last night, I went to prophetic ministry with Hannah and Tommy. It was so encouraging.
I think that Krzysiek, Dorota, and Przemek will meet me at the Warsaw airport. What a joy to see so many wonderful people right away.
Here are some photos I wanted to upload before I left.
Me and Abby, my Ireland travel compeer, at the Village Pub, my favorite Nashville pub. Zach, the best bartender ever, helped take this photo. We met on Sunday night to tie up any loose ends before I left, since it will be a week til we meet up in Dublin.
I like to get strangers to draw pictures for me in bars. Some guy called Siggy (?) drew me and Abby. The headline on the main drawing was a delightful coincidence. This is a collage I put together of things I accumulated at the bar that night.
Fenway on the way to the vet this morning, for a wound on her tail caused by that dang stray cat. In the words of Isaiah: "She mad. Ooh yeah, she mad."
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A beautiful ad.
A weird ad. (It's French.)
My travel ensemble… I've said it before and I'll say it again: I dress like a hobo who hangs out in nice neighborhoods. Well, I like it that way. Forest green boots that belonged to an elf's grandmother; a flowy red skirt and band t-shirt; a light blue parka with hood and so many amazing pockets. All tied together by the ukulele case. Yeah, I just carry the case around to get attention. It's really just full of candy.
Enjoying the English accents I'm beginning to hear. Wondering what my in-flight meal is going to be. I'm still getting over my stomach bug from a week ago, so everything's a bit touchy. Spirits are high, though, and Spirit is here. I can't wait to have some awesome experiences to share with you.
My number was called long ago. Here we go!
Love,
Chelsea
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