Are those not the most beautiful words in history? Well besides the words "10:30pm" which aren't exactly words but you get my point. You know sometimes as a missionary you forget what "special" feels like. You know with the callused heels, holes near the bottom of your skirt (don't worry mom it's a black skirt no one can really see them) and the frizzy mass you call hair up in a ponytail because your ex-companion took her straightener with her home to South America, that word seems to get lost. Until one day you are at the mission office to pick up your new native companion and you hear an Elder say, "You've got mail!" So a shout out to all you Young Woman from Desert Hills ward, "THANK YOU!" Gosh it's weird to get a letter from your little sister and from first seeing the handwriting you think it's your mother. Tenaya! Stop growing up! It's creeping me out!
So yes, farewells were said to Sister Robertson as she packed up the explosion of what her life has been on a mission into 2 measly suitcases. We went together to drop off her suitcases at a hotel and said our goodbyes at the temple site, and then for the next 2 days was in a threesome with Sister Hardy and Sister Lee!
Don't mind me. I just had a little fun while Sister Robertson was packing
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| "Save my shadow. I can not explain. Sorry." |
Thursday afternoon i was back at the temple site to pick up my new companion! Sister Litvinova! She is a native Ukrainian from the area of Lugansk or some of you would know the location better by Donetsk. She's 19 and an only child and her parents have also evacuated from their home to a different location in Ukraine. She sweet and timid, the most худинки (hoodinky=petite)sister i have ever met, she loves horses, and she LOVES corn on the cob!
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| "washing the temple, washing the temple, washing the temple" (think "swing'n the chain, swing'n the chain, swing'n the chain) |
Our first evening out we stopped by an inactive and seeing how she wasn't home didn't take no for an answer and wrote her a little note on the most recent general conference and left it on her doorstep
This week we also FINALLY met with a girl that i talked to on the metro 2 months ago! We met up at Ocean Plaza, the most intense mall i have ever seen! Oh you know just an aquarium in the middle of the food court...
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| This door sounded like death itself... |
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| A good ol' good cook'n Ukrainian cello meal! We went out to a babushka who has a bad leg to go pull weeds for her, and she repaid us in mashed potatoes, a slice of soviet white bread, a carrot cabbage hash, and "spicy" salsa, but let's be real, Ukrainians don't know spicy |
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| Did i say she loved corn on the cob? Or did i say she loves corn on the cob? It's the perfect late night snack! |
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| "Oh where or where did the keys go?" This is a daily occurrence on our doorstep |
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| And THIS is how Ukrainians do seat belts. |
Well it's been a tough week. Oh boy has it been tough. But im alive. So make sure you stay alive too! Wear your seatbelt!
XOXOXOXO
-Сестра Ро
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