I've been called to....the Illinois Chicago Mission! I report on September 4th and will be speaking the English language.
- initially: I was surprised. I honestly thought I would have been sent out of the country to learn a new language, or if I went in the states I would have at least learned a new language.
- I laughed a little. Not in mock or scorn, but I was just surprised and a little disappointed about not learning a new language.
- Now: super stoked. I can't believe it. I think it will be SO awesome.
- also comforted. I think it will be nice to be able to adequately (hopefully haha) express myself in English rather than struggling to understand what the heck is going on.
- comforted because it will be nice to be in the States and know that I'll have everything that I'll need. That will be nice. No worries about lack of make-up, or rodent/insect infested tents out in the middle of Madagascar.
- really excited that it's going to be a cool city. I'm so excited. I'm kind of glad it wasn't like Wisconsin, or North Dakota (no offense to those places).
- Extremely nervous. I can't believe that I'll actually be going on a mission. Me, serving a mission. Is this real!?
- Overwhelmed with all that I have to do--I still need to get my wisdom teeth out, possibly get a new bike (that's when I get there to Chicago), get the clothes I need for it...
- Overwhelmed because I'm going to miss everyone SO MUCH. I'm freaking out.
I told Emers about it, and she sent me a couple of pictures in return...
|This was the first picture she sent, saying that it was in response to going to Chicago, since it's her second favorite city, next to London.|
|Here's the second picture, a "shout out from Arizona."|
|This is from when she was at the MTC still, her "being weird."|
I miss her so much.