Monday, September 6, 2010

Kay Nou Yo Nan Ayiti

Kay nou yo nan Ayiti means "our house in Haiti".

Let's get real. Google Translate told me. I'm a Kreyol new kid.

I've been wanting to share the inside of our new apartment for awhile. I'm really excited about it. I feel so much different there than I felt last spring in our last apartment- this one is like home. It makes a big difference to the way I feel here, to have "home". 
Our room. That is a hoop for a mosquito net- a Haiti girl's best friend. Sheets from Ikea. I really love this sleigh bed.
The other half of our bedroom. You thought I was joking about the turquoise. The paper lanterns over the bare bulbs make a big difference to me. Yellow floor, oh yes. The door on the right is our teeny bathroom.
 Orange Crush. The paper lantern is Ikea, and so is that funky, Swedish-fjord fabric. The fabric is hanging over a mesh grate on top of a window, which is entirely overgrown with plants and never-been-cleaned grossness. So we covered it :) Out of sight... you know the drill.
Now I think about rams, psychedelic cherries, and glaciers instead. Win.
Our little yellow living room. I covered the loveseats in the back in navy polka-dot fabric, and the same fabric is covering the cork tiles on the fore wall. We spend zero time in this room because it is approx 137 degrees in this little lemon-colored cave.
Mi cocina. I do love the red walls. On Wednesday we had the entire senior class over to learn how to make pancakes as part of my Senior Transitions class- pics to come. It is a gas stove, and so far we've figured how to light the burners, though not the oven. I shredded cheese over chips the other day, preparing to make nachos, before remembering we don't have a microwave and can't figure out how to light the oven. So I decided I could probably make nachos on the range, which then quickly resulted in a small fire. Call me Haitian Martha.

So that's our whole house in five photos! I'm proud of it, and happy there, and I know for the rest of my life I'll feel like any home bigger than 3 rooms will be a castle.

To conclude, a pastor I know who blogs over at Karooso recently included this fascinating quote I can't stop thinking about:

Not long before his death, Martin Luther King Jr. spoke to the congregation at Atlanta's Ebenezer Baptist Church:
If any of you are around when I have to meet my day, I don't want a long funeral. And if you get somebody to deliver the eulogy, tell them not to talk too long. Every now and then I wonder what I want them to say. Tell them not to mention that I have a Nobel Peace Prize; that isn't important. Tell them not to mention that I have three or four hundred other awards; that's not important. Tell them not to mention where I went to school. I'd like somebody to mention that day that Martin Luther King Jr. tried to love somebody.

I want to live out these words. I want my life to play that song.

Katie

8 comments:

  1. love the home tour. so happy to see your home :)

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  2. Very eclectic, but I guess that is in these days. Looks like bright colors are in down there. We used to have an oven you needed to light. We had to lift a bottom panel (inside the oven and it might be the whole bottom shelf) to get to the place where the ignitor is. We had to turn on the oven slightly, then light her up. Some have a little hole to stick the match in. One WARNING: do not try this at home. Probably best to learn to cook without an oven.

    Thanks for the MLK quote. Great words to live by.

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  3. Ben and Katie:

    Your place look great! You'll make it a beautiful home. And thanks for the "shout out." Praying for you ...

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  4. love the place!! i kinda love the bright colors. praying for you all the time. love and tight hugs!! :)

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  5. heyyy. looks who's got a cool new apartment. you did a great job! If there was a Haitian Dwell, you'd be in it for sure :)

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  6. Hi Katie- I got here through Heather H's blog. I had a stove kinda like that in Malaysia...and I second Tony up there about lifting the bottom panel. Feels like you're breaking it, you're not. We had to lift the panel but a friend of mine had to drop a match...we just waited til we smelled a little gas then lit her up. Though I do wonder what happened to all the match sticks in my friend's oven...did they pile up? Do they burn away?
    My only tip in discovering the secrets of your oven are to crouch down in a position that you can easily jump up from in order to keep your eyebrows intact. Blessings!

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  7. Extreme Home Makeover: Haiti Edidition!

    I love how you can have such limited resources and make your home look adorable, yet I can't figure out how to decorate our apartment in Dallas with about a million decorating stores within a 5 mile radius! Love the clever ikea touches!

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