Today is my last day in the MTC! Which means - well, it means a lot of things..... I'm really grateful to have survived - and, dare I say, even enjoyed - this first chapter of my mission. As you can imagine, this week has been filled with lots of last minute preparations. I'm not totally packed yet, but I will be soon - whether I like it or not! Apparently fleece lined tights weigh a lot...
Last week Elder Neil Anderson came to speak with us. He talked a lot about the intentional and unintentional impact we make on others' lives. It's always good to remember that we can make a difference in people's lives without knowing. After the talk, on our walk back to the MTC, all of the missionaries were caught in a torrential downpour. It was really, very wet, but missionaries are so cloistered that any deviation from the routine seems like a miracle. And I don't think I've seen missionaries in the MTC as happy as they were during that rainstorm....ever.
I was a little sick last week, and while I was convalescing in my room, I heard a loud voice in the hall calling my name. It's a little weird because the MTC has an intercom system where any of the main offices can call any of the other buildings, and all you need to do to respond is talk. It's a little eerie, but kind of...neat? Anyway, I didn't have any cash, so Momo called the MTC to tell them that I needed to go to the bank. They gave me a golden pass, asked me to sign something promising not to eat anything, buy anything, or ask anyone else to buy anything for me. After signing away all of those vitally important rights, I was allowed to leave on a brief adventure with my companions. It sounds kind of pathetic, and it wasn't very interesting, but that didn't stop us from enjoying ourselves.
I love you all so crazy much. I'm sorry this isn't more interesting. I was kind of out of it for the last part of the week and am still having a hard time remembering exactly what happened......
Je vous aime!!!!
