One. Last. Time.
Well this is the last time you have
to rely entirely on the written word to know how I'm doing. For the rest of my
life I'll be able to just call you.
I'll keep things short as well. I
always like to follow my Mother's example. When transfer calls came in we found
out that we are both leaving Lasalle, and our area is closing. So we've been
saying goodbye to people and making plans to clean the apartment so the
landlord doesn't become an anti-mormon. We're going to be super busy these next
few days, but not really doing missionary work. It's kind of weird. Today we're
going down the the south shore for p-day to have a BBQ with some Elders that
I'm super close to. It's going to be super awesome. Then tonight we have a dinner with some members to
say goodbye. Tomorrow we're cleaning the apartment (including scrubbing the
shower walls to remove the crayon-like waxy stuff the previous elders used to
draw stuff on the walls) then heading off the island again to have the
"last supper," as our ward mission leader calls it, at his house.
Then Wednesday Elder Hernandez heads off to Hochelaga to start a new phase of
his mission; I get to hang out at the mission home, have a testimony meeting,
eat with the elders I'm leaving with, sleep at the mission home, then wake up
Thursday. Then I fly.
At this point I'm pretty excited to
get home. This last 6 weeks has been an emotional roller-coaster and I just
want it to end. I haven't started packing yet, though that is more a result of
laziness than anything else.
Now...pictures:
The Rodneys.
Super nice and cool. The baby (Zion) loves my singing voice.
The Morales Family. Also super cool and awesome.
Chandra our investigator. She cried when we left. Going to
miss her.
Me doing service sanding a wall
My comp doing the same. This is before he stepped on a
rusty screw and we ended up sitting for hours in the emergency room waiting for
his shot.
They wouldn't let me operate the sander. I'm just not buff
enough I guess.
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