Monday, April 28, 2014 6:14 AM Lessons Learned

ANNOUNCEMENT: This week Sister Young celebrates her ONE YEAR MARK in Poland. (As this is a big milestone, it would be TOTALLY appropriate for you all to cheer and be excited. You know. Whatever works.) This being the case, I've been reflecting again. I know. I keep doing that! Apparently I'm a reflective person in my old age. Who knew! But my reflections led me to think about ALL the things I've learned over the past year. Which is about a GAZILLION. But I was thinking about all the things I've learned, and that's what I want to talk about.

Lessons Learned.

Lesson One: Location Isn't Everything

You know, I thought I wanted to be in only the pretty cities. And it started off pretty good. I mean, come on. I was born in KRAKÓW. It does NOT get prettier than Kraków. That city - she's the city of dreams. I LOVE it there. I wanted to stay forever. And then guess what happened. I moved. To Łódź. Voted the Ugliest City In Poland.But you know what? Łódż is one of my favorite cities in the whole country. I love it. POSSIBLY more than Kraków. And Bydgoszcz? Everyone says B-Town isn't much to look at (I disagree, but that's fine), but that's one of my favorite cities. To be quite honest, I love all my cities. And when people ask which is my favorite, I really don't know how to answer. It's so much more about the experience than the location. So, while it's nice to be in a pretty city, it's not everything.

Lesson Two: God's The Boss

I always thought I would know exactly why I served where and with whom I did. I thought there'd be a specific experience or investigator or member that would be the reason for an entire transfer, and I would be aware of that. WRONG. That's not actually how it works. (I don't know - maybe it does for some people, but it doesn't for me.) That would be nice, wouldn't it? Unfortunately, I too often forget that God is the boss here, and that HE has the plan. I don't get to see that plan - He hasn't printed out a copy for me and sent it in a memo. I just have to go with the flow, do the best that I can, and trust that if I'm following the Spirit and doing my best, in whatever way His purposes are being completed. That's just the way it works. It isn't easy, but it's good! That's how we learn.

Lesson Three: We Can't Fix People's Problems For Them

Sometimes, people have trials. Fact of life. It's not my FAVORITE fact of life, but a fact it remains. And sometimes, we want to take people's problems away for them. We want to pick them up and take them ourselves, or throw them in the trash, or ... you know. DO something. We want to fix everything. But we can't. For a couple reasons. Reason one being, it's not physically possible for us to fix everyone's problems. Science will not allow that. And reason two, being that God's plan includes trials. That's how we learn! And as I think back on my life (pre and during mish), there's NO way I'd give up any of my trials. The hard times are when we learn the most! It's hard, and it's hurts like a mother, but that's the way it works! Learning isn't easy. Change and progress and improvement do NOT come easy. It takes work, and a little pain, and sometimes tears, but it's SO worth it. For fixing people's problems for them is really just robbing them of growth. And that's not fair! So we can't be doing that.

Lesson Four: Love Your Life Right Now

Life isn't always perfect. Sometimes you want to go back and have a redo, or skip some of the present to get to the future. Unfortunately, science hasn't caught up with us yet on that one. And until it does, you've just got to love where you are and what you're doing and who you're with! Because, chances are, someday you're going to want that time back. You're going to want to go back to that city, or companion, or just your mission in general. When we've got time travel, that'll be fine (or probably not because, let's be honest - this whole time travel thing isn't looking very promising). Until then. Live in the moment! It's beautiful!

Lesson Five: Trying New Things Isn't Always A Bad Thing

If you knew me for even a second pre-mish (or, for that matter, during the mish), you are WELL aware that trying new things is NOT my favorite activity. Because. Blech. I like what I like, and if I already like something, why would I try a new thing that I may not like? Nope. But guess what. Being a missionary does not allow for that. Sometimes, you just have to a try a new thing. And I'm learning to be more okay with that! So I guess this one is more of a Lesson In Progress than a Lesson Learned.

Lesson Six: Be Open To Other People's Opinions, But Make Opinions For Yourself

I can't count the number of times I've heard things about a city or a person and made a judgement based on that judgement, only to have my mind blown later in realizing that the person who told me whatever I heard must be crazy because they were dead wrong. Hello, worst written sentence of all time. But. You get the idea. It's good to be aware of the opinions of other, but don't just assume they know what they're talking about. You've got to make opinions for yourself, after you know enough to make an opinion. Usually this is a problem when people speak negatively about somebody or somewhere. And it's especially difficult when it comes from someone you trust and admire, because you want to believe them and be on their side. But don't do it! Wait until you're well informed, and then make your own opinion. And love everyone! The good news is, we don't even HAVE to pick sides! Just love everyone and say nice things!

Lesson Seven: Progress Is Hard To Measure

Sometimes, when you're thinking about life and the ways you've changed or improved, you get a little sad and think, "What? I'm still just me!" But don't worry, because sometime something's going to happen, and you're going to see the change, and you'll be amazed. So if you're not sure you're seeing results, it's okay! Keep trying, it's going to pay off! All of a sudden you're going to see it.

Lesson Eight: If You Have A Testimony, You Have Enough

Somedays you walk out the door with nothing but your testimony to keep you going. Somedays you're a little discouraged and life is hard and you don't know what to do. BUT if you've got a testimony, you're going to be okay. When things get hard, I think about why I'm here. And then I'm like, "Oh. Right. The GOSPEL! That's good stuff." And then I'm like, "Wow. I really love the Gospel. It's so good! It makes me so happy!" And then boom - things are already better! When all you have is your testimony, you're in PRETTY good shape.

Lesson Nine: When You're Lost Is The Best Time To Find Yourself

A mission is a REALLY good time to figure out who you really are - whether you like it or not. I've never felt so lost in my whole entire life as I have on my mission. Foreign country, no family, no friends, changing cities and companions like changing your socks - there's not really a place to drop anchor on a mission (except for anchoring yourself to the Gospel, but that's Lesson Eight). And so, I've spent a lot of time with me. Figuring out who I am, outside of my usual enviornment. Figuring out who I am when I'm all I've got. It's an interesting experience, you know? It's kinda fun though. I'm finding out what really matters to me, and what I want out of life. Self discovery is a beautiful thing.

Lesson Ten: Love Goes A Long Way

Being a missionary is so much easier when you love people. When you have true, genuine, sincere concern for them. And they can feel that. It's like how a dog can sense you're afraid (except that we're talking about humans, not dogs). When you show sincere interest in people, they can feel it. And they love it! Don't we all love to be loved and cared for and noticed? Good! Do that for others! They'll appreciate it, and you'll feel better, and you'll make friends forever! How cute is that? Those are some good things to do. Love the people! It rocks!

Well. I could probably right about 85 thousand other lessons that I've learned, but time is a-running, and I have a life to live outside of emailing, so I've gotta run. This has gotten way to long anyways!

But.  

I LOVE YOU ALL!

BYE! 

Siostra Young

Tuesday, April 22, 2014 8:37 AM Hulam.

Cześź wam! Co słuchać!?

For today's Polish lesson, we have the word HULAĆ (who-law-ch). It means, "to live it up". (According to my source. So if this is blasphamy ... sorry. I hope it's not though, because I really like this word!) Yes. Best word discovery ever? ... You could say that.

hulam - who-law-m - I'm  living it up

hulasz - who-law-sh - you're living it up

hulamy - who-law-mih - we're living it up

hulacie - who-law-ch-eh you're (all) living it up
hulą - who-long - they live it up
hulaj - who-lie - live it up!
Is that not beautiful? I am a fan.

So, moving day. That happened. And it was an ABSOLUTE nightmare. Sister Mik and I had to get ourselves - ALL by ourselves - to the train station, with ALL OUR STUFF - her two suitcases and my three. And we each had a suitcase with broken wheels. And we were going UP stairs, and DOWN stairs, and on and off trams. GAH. I tell you. That was the worst morning of my mission. I cried. Four times. It was embarrassing, and people were weirded out. But I was in an emotionally ugly place, and that, combined with the stress of moving, and getting all my stuff to the train station - well. It was the perfect storm. When we finally got to the trainstation and we couldn't move our stuff another step, I just cried a little. It was bad. And then Elders Baranowski and Wolfley helped me get Sister Mik on the train and kept me company until the office elders came to take me to the other train station. In the meantime, Elder Baranowski, was like, "Hey, Sister Young, what time are they getting here?" and I was like, "I don't know." And he was like, "Well, you should probably call and ask." And then I got teary and emotional again, and I was like, "Could you do it?" and then my eyes filled with tears. The elders were uncomfortable. Elder Wolfley was like, "Yeah, here, I'll do it." BLESS HIM. And Elder Baranowski wasn't sure what to do, so he offered me a piece of gum. That helped. Then the office elders picked me up and took me to the other train station where I'd NEVER been before and dropped me off with all my stuff, and then, again - by myself, I had to get myself onto my train. Including more stairs. It was horrible. And when I finally got myself, with all my things, onto the train, I couldn't get my suitcases up onto the rack. So I gave up. I left them on the floor. And cried again. Oi. I tell you. That was a day I do NOT need to repeat. It was HORRIBLE. Moving is not a fun experience, my children.

But then I got to Gdańsk, and my life has gotten SIGNIFICANTLY cheerier since then!

Oh my goodness. Family and friends. Gdańsk is SO beautiful! It's such a cute little city! I absolutely love it here. Really and truly.

Also. I LOVE Sister Tobler! Good grief. She's so great. I just love her! She reminds me of a combo of Emily and Laura and herself (because if there weren't some of Sister Tobes in Sister Tobes, that wouldn't make ANY sense at all). But it's grand. I LOVE serving with her! It was a blast having a week and a half with her in Warsaw, and now we get a whole entire transfer, and in Gdańsk, no less! It's about to get real.

Easter was SO beautiful. We had church, which was really nice, and then we contacted in a really pretty park. That wasn't as nice. The people there were surprisingly uninterested in talking about the Gospel. They remembered they were Catholic. Easter and Christmas tend to do that here. This one man - whoo. He was REALLY grumpy. But it's fine. We're tough! We can take it! Then we had the most INCREDIBLE Easter Feast of my WHOLE life. We made pancakes, and maple - yes, MAPLE - syrup, and eggs, and oranges, and tea. Ah. It was SO GOOD. Not the traditional ham and funeral potatoes and green jello, but it was good!

On a completely unrelated note (like, seriously, UNRELATED), Sister Mik and I got to meet one more time with Namra and her family before we left Warsaw. It was beautiful. Bless those wonderful people! And we got pictures! (Speaking of - I can now send pictures again! Rejoice! Just not today ... I don't have too much time. But next week for sures! It'll be beautiful! You can remind yourselves of what I look like!) I SERIOUSLY love that family. And we got to play a cool Mongolian game with bones. Yes. REAL BONES. It was very exciting. They are SO great. I miss them already!

Okay. Are you people ready to hear the COOLEST thing in the world? I wandered upon this little gem while reading an old Ensign. In an article about Handel and The Messiah. Random. All of it is SO RANDOM. But listen to THIS amazingness. It's a part of the poem "Aurora Leigh" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (I don't know what ANY of that means, but I've got to give credit, right?).

"Earth's crammed with heaven,

And every common bush afire with God;

But only he who sees takes off his shoes;

The rest sit round and pluck blackberries."

If your mind is being blown right now, raise your hand. And if your mind isn't being blown, go back and read that beauty again. Isn't that beautiful? "Earth's crammed with heaven." Wow. That right there - that is great. Four words, and they say SO MUCH. Wow. Earth is full of heaven. Everything testifies of the fact that there is a God. Beautiful. Anyways. I found that INCREDIBLY incredibly beautiful. And I wanted to share it with you peeps!

Okay. Right now, "We Built This City" is playing on the radio in this email place. OH MY GOOD GRIEFING WHAT IN THE CRAZY PANTS. My mind is running wild right now. Whew.

And, on that note, I'm going to leave you. It's been real, my friends.

Much love!

Siostra Young

Monday, April 14, 2014 3:56 AM Sometimes I Throw Up.

A Preface.

I remember, once upon a time, pre-mish but post-call, I was talking to my Grandma Young. And she was telling me that my Aunt Becky had told her that there wasn't a day that went by that she wasn't grateful for her mission. And i remember thinking, "Wow. That is BEAUTIFUL. I hope I feel like that!" And then, I remember being in Kraków, and remembering that story, and thinking to myself, "What in the CRAP kind of mission did Aunt Becky have? I can tell you right now - I'm less grateful for my mission than I've ever been for anything! This is a junker! What in the crap am I doing here?" ... Yeah. That was a pretty dark part of my life. But I sucked it up and hated life a little bit and kept going. (And along the way, there were DEFINITELY some awesome parts. FLIPPING AWESOME PARTS. But it was rough.) And now. Here I am. My mission isn't perfect. FAR from it. And - I'm not going to lie to you - sometimes I hate my life a little bit. But for the most part, I am EXCEEDINGLY happy. And - even more amazing - there is not a single day that goes that I'm not grateful for my mission. Aunt Becky - I salute you. You were correct.

A NOT Preface.

Okay. So. This week was a good week. Of my life. In Poland.

Monday.

We ... uh. Hmm. What DID we do? I don't recall ... But it was probably really fun. What can I say? Sister Mik and I - we're fun people.

Tuesday.

CULTURE DAY! Yeah boy! It was charming! We went to the Nicholas Copernicus Museum here in Warsaw (because the man is Polish. Who knew, right?). It was super fun! Except ... there were a gazillion children there. It's like three different countries decided that today would be a good day for a field trip, and what the heck, let's ALL GO to the museum! So that was ... interesting. It was a cool museum though! And it was really fun to spend some time with the D! They are such a good little bunch of elders. I like them. We also ate at a restaurant called the Blue Cactus. The food was edible, but overpriced. So I'm not going back there.

Wednesday.

We did English things. Like handing out English ulotki and teaching English. And we spoke in English (because it's the language we speak, and I'll be flipped if we only ever speak Polish amongst ourselves. That sounds like a junker). It wasn't an overly interesting day. But it was good!

Thursday.

We had a meeting with a member named Maria. She's cool. We're teaching FHE with her tonight (as in, today, Monday). She said she wants everyone to cry. So either it will be CRAZY spiritual, or a little scary. ... At this point, I'm not sure which will win out. Then we met with OLA THE AMAZINGEST WOMAN IN POLAND. It was great. She's just so cool! I love our lessons with her! We also had dinner with the sisters of Warsaw 1, and I got to talk to Sister Hemming, and it was JUST SO GOOD. I love Sister Hemming. She's an amazing missionary.

Friday.

We went out with the office elders to a members house - Krystyna Dyba - and cooked with her. It was SO MUCH fun! And whilst we were cooking, she happened to have her radio on. Because that's a normal thing to do while you cook, right? Right. And do you KNOW what song came on that radio? Eternal Flame. By The Bangles. Elder Baranowski and I sang a stirring duet. It was enchanting. Elder Smith was disgusted and was fairly open about that, but Krystyna was like, "Knock it off - look how happy they are! They're singing! It's adorable!" It was adorable. She's right. We made some kapusta, and it was suprisingly good. I ate Polish food! Yay! Then we did a white board, and Sister Mik and I talked to this SUPER awesome lady named Swietłana. She's from Slowakia, but speaks BEAUTIFUL Polish. And we had a really good conversation. She said she's going through some hard stuff and we talked about it and asked if she'd like to meet some other time to talk more, and she was like, "Fo sho!" And I was like, "Woot woot!" And then she told us that speaking to us had already helped her feel better, and that we had a feeling and energy about us that she'd never felt before. That would be the Holy Ghost, my friend. It was beautiful.

Saturday.

We met with Karolina. She's so cool! She's a member, and she's lovely. We love her. Then we met with this awesome lady named Ania, who's SO sweet. And she loves us. Then we did a SUPER AWESOME free table on the Rynek, and it was AMAZING. We barely even had to contact - people just walked right up to us and looked at everything and asked what we were doing! It was incredible! That does NOT just happen. No sir it does not. It was great. And I talked to this strange old man for a LONG time, because I couldn't find a way to ditch that conversation. But he kept talking to me about how he was FOR SURE going to America, so he needed to learn English. And then he just kept blabbering on to me, and then he called me "ładna" about 80 times (that means pretty ... aside from being old and senile, apparently he's also got pretty bad vision, bless him) and told me that if he were younger, we WOULD be dating. Ew. THAT'S not okay. So I told him I didn't think so (probably that wasn't the best thing to say, but whatevs. He was weird), and then he told me about how when he was younger, he was REALLY attractive. Gross. Then we had a lesson with an awesome member from Armenia named Vardges - he's SO COOL! Then we went home and ate ice cream and waited for transfer calls.

And now. The moment you've ALL BEEN WAITING FOR. Where is Sister Young going? Or is she staying? Drum roll, please! Sister Young is NOT staying. She is going to Gdańsk! What?! I know! I was a little freaked out too! I did NOT see that one coming! I was SURE I was staying! But I've got to be honest with you, I was really hoping I'd be leaving. Warsaw is good. I've learned a TON here, and I've had a GREAT transfer, but it's just not me. It's too big, it's too loud, there are too many missionaries milling about. It's just not me. So I'm pleased. REALLY pleased. And guess who I get to be with?! Sister Tobes! Woo hoo! I'm so excited! It's going to be BEAUTIFUL! Ah. What joy fills my heart. So yes. Gdańsk. The elders there are Jaeger (Elder Fogg's MTC comp) and Wegersen (spelling is questionable because GUESS WHAT THAT LAST NAME IS NORWEGIAN. Yes. The man is from Norway. My life just got 80 times more interesting). Also, there's a senior couple! BLESS THEM! I love senior couples.

Sunday.

Last Sunday in Warsaw! That was pretty crazy! I talked to some people, and took pictures with some people, and soaked up the joy that is a functioning branch in Poland. It was great! And then, do you want to know the cutest thing in the whole world? We were invited over by the Hungarians Kris and Lajoś for dinner, but we couldn't go. So we were at home packing, and Lajoś called and asked if he could bring us some food that he and Kris made. Is that not adorable? So we were like, "Flip yes! Thank you, you beautiful Hungarians you!" So we met him at the metro stop to pick up the food, and do you know what? The man brought us flowers. Yeah. That happened. He gave us each a beautiful little daffodil. Is that not the most beautiful thing you've ever heard in your whole life? It was great. And the food was delish.

So yes. That is my life this week. Yay for Sister Young's life this week!

And now I must go and finish packing my life into three suitcases. Please bless this is the last time I move before the BIG MOVE. I can't DO this again! I hate it! Moving is a crap fest. Especially when you're trying to shove your whole life for a year and a half into suitcases and throw it on and off trains and trams and metros. It's poop. I hate it. But it's okay! My moves are numbered! Speaking of which - let's all freak out about the fact that I have ONE TRANSFER CALL LEFT in my life in Poland! I'M FREAKING OUT! When did this happen? My life - it is crazy. CRAZY.

Love you all!

Siostra Young

Monday, April 07, 2014 3:43 AM Craisins. I Love Craisins. (Also I love Namra, Ola, and General Conference. But of that list, I probably love craisins the most.)

So, um, this week was beautiful. Yep. That's right. BEAUTIFUL. There were THREE BEAUTIFUL THINGS that happened. (Well. There were probably more than that. But three BIG beautiful things. Hence the all caps. All caps usually signifies bigness. Because bigness is a word. It's fine. Just roll with it.)

BEAUTIFUL THING NUMBER 1: Namra and the Fam

Oh my flip. I LOVE THAT FAMILY SO MUCH. They are adorable. For those of us who don't remember: Namra is a member from Mongolia who served a mission in Russia and married a Polish man named Mariusz who later got baptized and they have two beautiful children named Vanessa (7) and Jakub (4) and are less active because they live about an hour and a half outside of the city but if they were in actual Warszawa they would be ROCK SOLID. They are beautiful. And we love them. We went out to visit them again last week, and it was so good. We talked about prayer, and we made prayer rocks, and it was just awesome. Also, fun fact, Jakub is my favorite child on the planet. He is adorable. I need to take a picture of him so you can all admire his adorableness. He's got a round little head and huge brown eyes, and he's got some attitude. He's hilarious. I was talking to him, and I was asking him what he did that day, and he says, "Tylko spać i spać i oglandać," (to znaczy "sleep and sleep and watch [probably tv, but he didn't specify]) while rolling his eyes. Oh my flip. I want to hug him. And then possibly steal him. It's fine. But we were talking to Namra, and she was saying that she and her husband have been talking, and they want to get SEALED IN THE TEMPLE. Yes, my children. That family is going to the temple. GAH! FREAK OUT WITH ME! It was SO BEAUTIFUL. Are we all appreciating the gravity of that? That's the road to the CELESTIAL FREAKIN' KINGDOM! And they're on it! They're, like, ON THE RAOD! Oh my flip. So much beauty.

BEAUTIFUL THING NUMBER 2: Ola

There this lady we're teaching, and her name is Ola, and she's absolutely incredible. Brief back story. We met with her the first time two weeks ago. Sister Mik had called her out of the area book - she was a former and she was interested in English. So Sister Mik asked if she'd want to meet for English lessons, and she was like, "Heck to the yes!" So we met. We were in a bit of a hurry the first time we met, so we were like, "Okay. We're going to make this a quick lesson, because we've got things to do." So we're having the lesson. We're talking to gauge her level of English speaking. And Sister Mik asks her if she's planning on staying in Poland. And then, she starts crying. Like, pretty hard core. And Sister Mik and I are like, "Um ... What's happening. Okay." And then Ola - bless her - TOTALLY opens up to us. She tells us about how she doesn't know, because her ex and the father of her 15 month old twins is in Germany and she'd like to go there but he won't have anything to do with them and he's not paying child support and all this junk because he's a loser, and she's in a REALLY tough situation right now. And that her life has been really hard, as of late. She's been feeling really weighted down. And when Sister Mik called about English, it was a tender mercy for her. It was something to get her mind off her problems and better herself, and she told us she was SO GLAD that we called. BLESS HER. We love this woman. So the next meeting, we talked about prayer. And she cried again. And last week, we talked about building our lives on the foundation of the Gospel. And she cried again. She's a crier, bless her sweet little heart. And she told us she's been praying like we pray on our lessons, and that it's been helping her a lot. And do you know what she told us? She told us that when she leaves our meetings, she feels stronger. She said that our meetings give her strength throughout the week to do what she has to do. SHE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN EVER. Oh my flip, we love her. She's incredible. And last week when we met, we spent so long talking about the Gospel that we didn't even have time to talk about English! THAT is how English lessons ought to work. Ola is the best.

BEAUTIFUL THING NUMBER 3: General Conference, Son!

Holy smakolee. I love Conference. I love it like there's no tomorrow. When I'm get home, I'm going to be weird about Conference. It's going to be beautiful. So. How did Conference go down, out here in the netherparts of the world? Well. We gather to the Warsaw chapel (those of us in Warsaw, at least) and then we watch it. We watch Saturday morning live (so it's actually Saturday night by the time we see it) and then Sunday morning they watch Priesthood recorded, and then we watch Saturday Afternoon recorded, and then we watch Sunday Morning live. And they broadcast Sunday Afternoon, but no one watches it because it runs from 10 to midnight our time. That's quite late. So they've got everything in Polish in the chapel, and then everything in English in the Relief Society room. We watched Saturday Morning in Polish, but after that we repented and just watched everything in English. Because sometimes it's more difficult to feel the Spirit when you're trying to translate everything in your head from Polish to English and do it quickly so as to not get behind, because everything get's 1000 times more confusing when you miss a couple sentences. English is easier. Anyways. It was beautiful. It was SUCH A GOOD CONFERENCE. I freaked out. (In a quiet sort of way, so as to not freak out the other missionaries with my freak out. That would have created quite a stir. Don't worry. I was subtle.) It was SO GOOD. That Sunday Morning session - BOOM SON. THAT is how we do conference. SPIRIT FEST! I can't wait to be able to read them all again and mark up the crap out of them and write a gazillion notes! Ah. I love Conference.

So. Those were the three things of beauty.

In other news:

Craisins are my new favorite food.

TGI Friday's DOES exist in Poland, and it's pretty good. And by pretty good, I mean SUPER DELICIOUS.

Spring is straight up happening in Warszawa, and it is BEAUTIFUL.

I found a scarf (my cream scarf from Disneyland that ROCKS) which I thought I lost. That was happy.

Sister Blake brought me my blue glove that I left in Łódź a couple transfers ago.

I got to talk to Elder Allen on the phone! I haven't talked to the boy since we got into the country! It was beautiful. He's a good egg.

We got to babysit Sister Stratton for a couple days while her comp was out of town. It was a delightful weekend. She's so much fun!

A Polish pani in our branch FREAKED OUT at me for not wearing nylons on Sunday in between sessions of Conference. She said I'm going to get sick, and that if she sees me without nylons again, she's going to kill me. It caused quite a scene. It was awkward. And the elders were all like "... Well." And I was like, "... Yep."

The end.

I LOVE YOU ALL!

Siostra Young