There are things I never had to think about living where I live and now…I don’t mind.
I don’t mind using a squatty potty with a lizard staring at me from the door.
I don’t mind taking a shower in the rain, in the corn field, in Nepal after everyone else has gone to sleep.
I don’t mind sleeping on my sleeping pad (sometimes I prefer it).
I don’t mind waiting for water to flow through a filter so it is drinkable.
I don’t mind traveling with 32 other people (sometimes I think I don’t know what I’ll do when they are gone).
I don’t mind living in ‘open air’ homes, churches, or other buildings.
I don’t mind walking a block to use the shower or kitchen.
I don’t mind wearing sandals all the time, or no shoes at all (thanks Asia).
I don’t mind drinking liquid from a plastic bag instead of a cup.
I don’t mind being the one on the team who kills the spiders.
I don’t mind being the one on the team who sits in the front seat due to her height (I don’t mind at all).
I don’t mind being the one to reach things up high or be on the ladder.
I don’t mind sleeping in the same room as 5 or 6 other people (the time it was 20 other people was a bit much for me).
I don’t mind staying at hostels instead of hotels (they are way more relaxed).
I don’t mind hand washing my laundry (I’m still not convinced I’m doing it right).
I don’t mind getting my hair cut by squamates (they do a really good job).
I don’t mind taking cold-ish showers (especially in the climates we’ve visited).
I don’t mind eating with my hands (thanks Nepal & India).
I don’t mind eating on the floor.
I don’t mind hiking to small villages in the foothills of the Himalayas.
I don’t mind being surprised when members of our leadership team pop up during LDW (thanks Justin Wong).
I don’t mind slathering your ailment with essential oils (put some lavender on it).
I don’t mind riding on the top of a bus, in the rain, in Nepal.
I don’t mind entrusting my life to teenagers who say they are our translators.
I don’t mind my name temporarily being ‘sister’ for several months in a row.
I don’t mind sleeping in a camper from the 70s with the ceiling painted like clouds.
I don’t mind brushing my teeth or shaving my legs outside with rain water.
I don’t mind getting free stuff from Starbucks, when they learn I worked there in the states (water is always free & filtered, fill those nalgenes up).
I don’t mind an adorable 4 yr old finding me to ask me for a band aid for the 4th time in the same day, for the same wound.
I don’t mind sleeping on a trains station floor so I can hike Mt. Olympus the next day.
I don’t mind my Chaco tan.
I don’t mind wearing the same three outfits all month: kurta 1, kurta 2 & paint clothes.
I don’t mind that we still have around 2 months left.
