The Adventure Begins... Before the Actual Adventure Begins

It is now Friday. One day until I fly from Myrtle Beach, SC to Charlotte, NC to New York City to London to Kampala, Uganda. I am still packing...

Why do you ask am I still packing? Well, my plan for yesterday was to get one last hair cut and color in at 3:00 pm and then head back home to pack and organize my house. In the midst of my salon experience, a terrible storm came up; we are talking dark ominous clouds, sharp lightening, flood-like rain... Halfway through the styling portion of my salon trip, the power went out. "No big deal", I thought, "I'm just going home anyway." So I gave Artana my payment and headed out as the rain lightened up.

I drove home only to pull into the driveway and click on my garage door opener... nothing. I clicked it again... nothing. The power was out at my house, which for anyone else would not be a big deal. However I had no way of getting into my house because I have yet to put keys to the sunroom on my key ring. It was 5:30 pm, and I locked out (unless I broke a window, which I didn't think was wise right before I left the country). I sat there for about 30 minutes thinking, "Surely the power will return any minute now." It didn't. I finally called the bestest friend in the world, aka Katie, and asked if I could come over. I was over at Katie's until 10:45 pm when the power finally came back on. She fed me dinner, tried to help me break into my house when I got desperate about 8 pm, and then let me fall asleep in her super comfortable chair watching WALL-E (which I didn't finish). Needless to say, I got home and went straight to bed as Katie and I had a final run scheduled for 6 am this morning.

I realized that this incident was God's way of telling me: "You know, Lisa, you are going to be living somewhere with unpredictable electricity for 6 weeks... You may as well start getting used to it."