Hi People! (You know, family, friends, random readers of things on the internet - all of you!) I hope you're all having the most CHARMING of days! My day started out PRETTY rockin'!
My alarm goes off at 6:30. At 6:36, I'm awake. Just laying on my bed. Trying to find the motivation to brush my teeth (don't be judgin' - you can NEVER get enough sleep as a missionary. It jsut isn't possible).. And then my phone goes off.
I'm like, "Ergh (that's the sound of tiredness). What? I already turned off the alarm. Oh. Łódź DL. Huh. 'Ello? Um. This is Sister Young?"
"Hey Sister Young! This is Elder Finch!"
"Hi, Elder Finch?" Note that all my comments end in question marks. That's because I'm confused, and my brain is still not fully functioning.
"Hi! *words words words*"
"Um, what?"
"*words words words*"
"I'm sorry - what?"
"*words words words, but more emphathetically this time*"
"Snow? There's snow?"
"Yeah! There's SNOW!"
And now I almost fall out of bed, trying to get to the window ... Okay, well, not actually "almost". I really just fell out of bed. It was kinda embarrassing. So I stumble over to the window, and what do you know! There's SNOW out there! Granted, not much. But it's THERE! Meanwhile, Elder Finch is still on the phone, apologizing for calling and saying he's weird in the morning (aren't we all, Elder Finch?). And then I made myself some hot chocolate and turned on Elder Fogg's iPod (more on that later) to Mannheim Steamroller. YEAH BABY. My morning rocked today.
Anyways. Due to the changing of the season, the sun sets PRETTY dang early here. At, like, 4 o'clock. That's quite early. And when I say the sun sets, I mean, we're, like, plunged into darkness.. We should probably be carrying flashlights with us everywhere we go. At home, I'd love this sort of thing. In Poland? As a missionary? Not so much. Because that means that I have to wander dark creepy streets, contacting people like a creeper, in the dark. Boo. But hey, we live and we learn. And we find other things to do. Like TRACTING. Yay. And Former Hunts. And Less-Active Hunts. Missionary work - always such an adventure.
On a spiritual note, we did a whiteboad with Elders Finch and Fogg, and I talked to the COOLEST lady. Her name is Iza. And she was SO NICE. Oh my heck. So nice. And I was talking to her about the Księga, and telling her how it helped me, and she was just like, "Yeah? Oh, okay." I could tell she was really, like, soaking in what I said. And the way she looked at the Księga, like it held the answers - it was so cool! Because guess what? That book DOES hold the answers! It was awesome. And as I was talking to her, and testifying about the Book of Mormon, I just thought to myself, "Okay, so this is what it's all about, isn't it? THIS is missionary work. And it's super cool." Sometimes I have these moments where I remember that being a missionary is awesome (because - I'm not going to lie - sometimes I forget), and I'm justl ike, "YES! LET'S BAPTIZE POLAND!" And then I realize there's no font big enough to baptize an entire country. Except, the ocean. That would work. Anyways.
I had my first experience with alcohol this week. Good news - I am not EVER going to touch that crap again. And stop worrying RIGHT now - it was all an accident. A tragic, TRAGIC accident. You see. We were with Elders Pieper and Gibby at Manekin. Getting naleśniki. Of course. And Elder Pieper's came with this caramel sauce. So, naturally, he tried it. And then he was like, "WHOA. There is something up with that stuff." And I was like, "What are you talking about, kid? It's caramel sauce." And he was like, "Try it!" And I was like, "Alright." So I tried it, and guess what? It was fetching disgusting. Firstly, it tasted like the smell of Larry. EW. And then, it burned going down. Like, burned. So. Now we know it's alcoholic. And it's foul. And for serious - NEVER AGAIN. Good news, parents. I'm not going to go home and turn into an alcoholic. That's not happening.
Since Sister Wendel left and we are senior couple-less, I am the branch pianist. Yes. Thanks for making me take lessons all those years, Mom. Now, I have to play for Sacrament Meeting. Greeeeeeeat. But really - I love it. I thought I didn't, but I do. Piano is my favorite thing. And I didn't realize I actually missed it until I started playing agian. Ah. I can't wait to be at home someday and play REAL music, not just hymns. But. Until then. I'll play in Sacrament Meeting, and it'll be grand.
So - Elder Fogg's iPod. Like, 80% of it is SUPER not wolno (apparently his brother got ahold of it before his dad sent it to him. And by not wolno, I mean SUPER NOT WOLNO. As in, Taylor Swift. And Journey. And Boston. And Imagine Dragons. The tempation is great - but don't worry. I'm tough. I only listen to the wolno stuff). But the other 20% - man, it is good. Okay, well, mostly I listen to his Lord of the Rings music. Because he has a freakin' ton of it. But it ROCKS, and I LOVE it. He has Misty Mountains, from The Hobbit - AH! Can I just tell you all how complete my life now is? SO COMPLETE! LOTR - it's like my comfort music. My comfort food is bean soup with toasted cheese sandwiches. My comfort movie is Sleeping Beauty with Emily and Dad. And My comfort music is LOTR soundtrack.
Sister M is still SUPER AWESOME. And - good news - she's a QUOTER! A really really good quoter. Ah. It brings me so much joy. I love ALL my companions, they are all incredible. But none of them, until now, have been quoters. It's like coming home, man! I am so happy! She's so great. I love her. Fun Fact - her mother is from Poland (Poznań) and her dad is from Chile. And she's American. She doesn't speak with an accent. She does speak Spanish, but she didn't learn Polish until the MTC (because, let's be honest, it's kind of a useless language. And I say this with all the love of my soul! I LOVE Polish. SO MUCH. But it's useless outside of Poland). She's SUPER COOL.
I think that's all I've got for ya, dzieci. Thanks for the love and support and prayers! I promise - they're much appreciated!
Siostra Young
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