so does anyone know what day it is????? june fourth. does anyone know what that means? It’s my five month mark! woooot woooot wooot yayayayyaa woot. i made it this far people. rofl that it’s actually a long time and i still have 13 months left. but this is three months longer than i thought i was going to make when i got here.
so let me introduce you all to my companion. her name is hermana dalton. born in mesa and grew up in tucson. i knew we would hit it off when one of the first things she said to me was hey so do you know where the best chocolate nepolatanas are around here? ummm YA i do. YA i do. she came from san sebastian, which I’m super jealous of i don’t want anything more than to go serve up north somewhere. She’s also a harry potter fan, not only a hunger games fan...but she’s team gale. those are hard to come by. for some reason which i do not understand people think peeta is better. she also picked up on my subtle reference to hairspray the other day. i think it is hard for the both of us though....this is my first companionship change. cruz was my only real companion and i know nothing else than her. and this is hna daltons first area change and i think it’s hard for her to not know where she’s going or know anyone in the ward. and now it’s just strange for me because it’s a different way of everything...a different way of planning, a different way of interacting with the ward, just straight up a different way of being a missionary. she is super sweet though, like this morning i walk out of the shower into our room and my bed is made with a note of appreciation on it. I know I’m going to learn a lot from her, in fact i already have. I’ve learned how to work better with the members of the area and I’m learning that what you learn and get out of things is the effort that you put into it. Hermana reeder one of the sisters that we lived with who i would come home at night and be weird with got emergency transferred yesterday. long story short....she’s a hot blond and every male within 50 feet of her lets her know it. i had to say goodbye to her this morning which was rough. SHOCKER michael ann sucks at goodbyes. seriously i thought i was done with goodbyes five months ago when i said goodbye to everyone. funny that this is something I’m going to be constantly doing for the next year and a half. i decided this morning that I’m not allowing my self to get close to anyone else here on the mission cause eventually a goodbye is coming.
so last tuesday was transfer day... every six weeks at the end of the transfer we have something called singing with the angels. It’s where all the missionaries in the area and all the missionaries going home go to plaza catalunya and sing together. and apparently its a big deal here cause a ton of members and investigators in the area go to it also. it was so.much.fun. some of the families of the missionaries going home where there also. i secretly held bitter feelings towards those missionaries that had families there. i was sitting there thinking at any moment you all were going to walk around the corner to come see me! and we were standing there and hermana reeder says look oslund it’s your family. SAY WHAT? i turn around to family of gingers walking down the street. hahahhaha OH REEDER. miss her already. the next day was hermana daltons hump day. HUMP.IT.UP. it was only necessary to celebrate with chocolate nepolatanas. okay and listen to this.....i hate spanish. just when i think everything is going good and i think I’m getting the language i get knocked off my high horse....not only knocked off but knocked off and trampled on. we were in a lesson with angela and i said something to her and she just has this blank look on her face and turns to dalton and says will you translate what she just said??? ummmm escue me angela? low blow. low blow. so now I’m bitter towards spanish too. every one tells me give it six months....most people get it down in six months. well you know what people....my time is ticking....i have EXACTLY one month to get there....and i just want to go to the beach...is that too much to ask right now??
k wow. so I’m realizing this letter is depressing and bitter....all I’ve talked about is not laughing, hating spainsh, missing cruz and reeder, and wanting to go to the beach. we all know the first fart (k rofl i meant to type to part and fart came out instead...i’m not even going to change it....funniest thing that’s happened all day) of change is hard for me and this is the first time out in the field that something has changed for me. SO here is positivity for the time being:...things to look forward to in the next week: meeting the sister that is coming to live with us...hopefully she likes to be weird...and ruby’s baptism. She’s getting baptized on saturday. another child of god is getting dunked and gaining salvation. and today we are going to the zoo as a district. dolphin show. dolphin show. and we are going to dominos buffet on wednesday as a district. Can’t ever go wrong with pizza,
k now that i take the time to type out my life to you every week its your turn to bring laughter and weirdness into my life. I’ll even promise pictures next week if someone makes me laugh.
meow.
miss you. love you. stalk you.
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