First Contact

I keep writing things about what happened to me the day after. Sorry. But when they happen I am either busy, without WiFi, or too tired to write.

Yesterday, was the last farewell that I have planned to go to this summer. We will see if that holds true. They never get any easier, I always cry. Especially when the missionary cries themselves. I'm like Gus, a sympathetic crier.
 I spent the whole day at her house playing games and being a quiet support for my very antisocial friend.  Her siblings are crazy good at Egyptian Rat-screw. Like wicked fast and when they don't get what they want they start slapping each other and screaming. It is really entertaining. Especially when you beat them to something that can be slapped and they can't hit you because you aren't their sibling so they still hit each other. I got much evil satisfaction from it. They did gently hit me though. I have been at their house way to often lately...

Today, I got my first contact from Sister Merrill. FINALLY!! I sent her an email, reluctantly. Last I knew it was only family who could email, and as much that I feel she is my sister, I'm not actually related to her. But she sent one back without reprimanding me, so I think it is okay. She has been so busy that she hasn't written us back yet, but she will soon. Or else. I have found that missionary contact brightens my bad days. For instance, this morning I had a zombie dream. They come around every so often. So I was not a happy camper. I wouldn't even talk to my parents because I was so grouchy. But after a nice shower and Em's email I feel fine. It's weird what will cheer me up sometimes. But not this time.


-Korrin