11 Dec 2008
We were on the bus the other day, and I saw a cafe called "Segment of Happy Life." I enjoyed that. There's lots of English and Englishy and Konglishy things around here. And sometimes there're rather poetic.
A good week. We laughed, we cried, we went home happy. This area apparently has a weather pattern of about 4 warm days followed by about 3 cold days. Well, the cold days hit last week. There are four in our appartment, and we all sleep on the floor of the living room on "yos" (foam pads that you fold up and put away during the day). Houses are heated with a hot water system--there are pipes under the floor, and they are heated with the water. All together, it is quite pleasant at night.
Except this week, when it really got cold, our hot water (and therefore heat) went out. We all woke up and kind of just laid in bed, cold, not wanting to move. After some phone calls, we packed some things and got ready at the mission home. The office elders fussed with our apartment during the day--they unthawed the pipes (though it's not quite clear if that they were frozen and that was the problem) and brought a big heater, which we turned on the next night. But it used too much electricity, so the next morning we had neither heat nor hot water nor electricity. We spent the next night at the mission home. Some more fussing, and we're okay again...it was an adventure, to be sure.
Elders here cover wards, but the sisters cover stakes. So Sister Romney and I were at a new ward last Sunday, and it was delightful. We had already met with some of the people in the ward, and it was wonderful to see familiar faces. It was fast Sunday, so sacrament meeting was testimony meeting. Last Sunday, at the other ward, they had me get up and share my testimony and introduce myself. This Sunday, as the sacrament meeting started, I heard my name. I wasn't sitting with my companion, and I had no idea what they were saying, but just in case they were saying I was going to get up and introduce myself, I got up and was the first testimony of the meeting. I was afraid to ask my companion after what they really said.
This week we set a baptism date with someone we started meeting with after I got here! She's the one who wants to be a flight attendant, and every time we meet with her, she just agrees with things and is happy about what we teach. When we asked her about being baptized, it was the same way. And during the lesson, I just kept thinking, if this is the only thing that happens on my mission, it's worth it. Entirely worth it.
Ahh! Out of time!!
Lots of love,
Carrie
We were on the bus the other day, and I saw a cafe called "Segment of Happy Life." I enjoyed that. There's lots of English and Englishy and Konglishy things around here. And sometimes there're rather poetic.
A good week. We laughed, we cried, we went home happy. This area apparently has a weather pattern of about 4 warm days followed by about 3 cold days. Well, the cold days hit last week. There are four in our appartment, and we all sleep on the floor of the living room on "yos" (foam pads that you fold up and put away during the day). Houses are heated with a hot water system--there are pipes under the floor, and they are heated with the water. All together, it is quite pleasant at night.
Except this week, when it really got cold, our hot water (and therefore heat) went out. We all woke up and kind of just laid in bed, cold, not wanting to move. After some phone calls, we packed some things and got ready at the mission home. The office elders fussed with our apartment during the day--they unthawed the pipes (though it's not quite clear if that they were frozen and that was the problem) and brought a big heater, which we turned on the next night. But it used too much electricity, so the next morning we had neither heat nor hot water nor electricity. We spent the next night at the mission home. Some more fussing, and we're okay again...it was an adventure, to be sure.
Elders here cover wards, but the sisters cover stakes. So Sister Romney and I were at a new ward last Sunday, and it was delightful. We had already met with some of the people in the ward, and it was wonderful to see familiar faces. It was fast Sunday, so sacrament meeting was testimony meeting. Last Sunday, at the other ward, they had me get up and share my testimony and introduce myself. This Sunday, as the sacrament meeting started, I heard my name. I wasn't sitting with my companion, and I had no idea what they were saying, but just in case they were saying I was going to get up and introduce myself, I got up and was the first testimony of the meeting. I was afraid to ask my companion after what they really said.
This week we set a baptism date with someone we started meeting with after I got here! She's the one who wants to be a flight attendant, and every time we meet with her, she just agrees with things and is happy about what we teach. When we asked her about being baptized, it was the same way. And during the lesson, I just kept thinking, if this is the only thing that happens on my mission, it's worth it. Entirely worth it.
Ahh! Out of time!!
Lots of love,
Carrie
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