Man, missions are nuts. Sometimes I think that I~ll wake up, and I~ll be in the MTC. Hahah that would be nuts.
Anyways, first things first.
TRANSFER CALLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thats right! Yesterday after lunch, I got a call from the Assistants saying, ´´Sister Marshall! You~ve been TRANSFERRED!!!! Be at the 9A Chapel at 8:30 Wednesday!´´ And so it is. My last transfer, I'll be in some other area, I have no idea where, but I~m excited to find out!!! WOOOOOOO!!!!!
you want to know something funny that I discovered literally this very moment. I was looking at the portuguese keyboard, and for the first time since I got here, I found the quotation key."""""""""""""""""""""""". I never could find it, so i was always using an accent sign, or honestly whatever key just so you knew it was a quotation. hahahhahahhahahha
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Anyways, I'm super excited for my new area. It's going to be weird, leaving the zone and all, but I'm sure that it's going to be great. Thats right, I'm FINALLY leaving the zone... well, at least I think I'll be leaving the zone haha. We'll see what God and my mission president had in mind haha.
So this is my last PDAY here in Fama, but my first PDAY of my last transfer. I can't even believe how fast time flies. Seriously, sometimes I'm absolutely shocked and sometimes its sad that you cant stop time. I had such a good time in the area, with the members here, and the missionaries that I served with. Sometimes I just want to slow down, but thus is life.
Honestly I don't know what else to tell you about this week. It was relatively normal. We had several meetings to attend, and what not, we taught a few people. Its always interesting teaching someone new. You never know what is going to happen, but once in a while you find people who are the coolest people ever.
Anyways, that sums up my week. Hope mom is okay with school. I~m starting to get a little sick. My throat hurts and my nose is all stuffy. Even worse is that its so dang hot. colds when its so hot are the worste.
Love you,
Sister Marshall