First, I didn't really think that saying goodbye to my teachers and district would be hard... It was however. I have plenty of pictures however at this library I am not exactly sure where to plug my camera in. Which is weird because you think that they would have some place to plug an Thumb Drive... (And well I left it outside in the car) It was hard but I did however do it without crying. I am going to miss struggling to learn Spanish with my district and using subjunctive wrong in my lesson with my teachers. haha
Now what you all have been waiting for! It was a really REALLY long day! First off, I woke up at 1:45 because my companion was getting ready. Then around 2:15 we headed with her bags to the travel office. And then... you drop them off. I gave her a huge hug, thanking her for being a great first companion and then left. No tears nothing... Is that bad? I mean I feel sad but even now I still haven't cried. I know, I know, I am heartless.... hahaha. We headed back to the residence in hopes of getting an hour and 15 minutes of sleep before it was my turn. To bad that didn't really happen. My head kept spinning and I was getting stressed. I wasn't sure if I had packed everything or if my bags would be over 50 pounds, and of course my stomach was giving me problems but that is normal. 3:45 comes around and its me getting ready this time. The two girls get me to the travel office, I return my key and lock and get on the bus.
I was super blessed to have two other elders from my district. Elder Deem (he is in my same mission so we were on the same flight) and Elder Hamblin. Especially Elder Hamblin! He's a sweet heart. In fact all of us girls agree that Elder Hamblin was by far our favorite elder in the district. When we got to the airport the truck that had all of our luggage wasnt there yet so now you have a ton of missionaries hanging outside the airport. There was quite a lot of us. Elder Deem and I were assigned to a specific group all flying to Denver but we couldn't find them. When the luggage arrived we (Elder Deem and I) grabbed our stuff and heading to check in our bags. (Its around 6:30 now) We were already given our boarding pass so we just stepped in line for checking our luggage. Both of my bags weighed only 50 pounds so we were all good! We went through security (which seemed to be so much easier as a missionary, don't ask me why.) and went to call our parents! (This whole time wondering where our group was)
We arrived at our gate and immediately saw phone booths! Now at first as my family already knows haha I had some problems with calling. I totally forgot the number my dad's work phone, the one he wanted me to call. So I called Mom thinking she would know. (Every time I call it uses a crap load of minutes on my phone card) She didn't know so then I called my dad. There wasn't a way for him to do multiple calls on his cell. So he gave me his number and I told him I would find buy another calling card. I bought another one and successfully called my dad on is work phone. Technically I had about an hour to talk to my family so that was what I was going to do. The MTC said that as long as we had minutes and didn't miss our flight we could talk as long as we wanted.
I was able to talk to everyone expect Alison (my sister-in-law). It was so nice! It was then that the tears came. I didn't shed that much but I really wanted to. I miss you guys so much! I am not exactly sure how much into the call we were in at least 15 - 20 minutes when another sister missionary taps me on the shoulder and says really rudely, "I really need to talk to my parents too so can you get off." I was shocked but being the better missionary ;) that I am I wasn't willing to create contention. I told my family that I had to go and said goodbye to them. The next time being Christmas. It seems o very far away!): Elder Deem who was talking still to his parents didn't join me for at least 10 minutes. While I was looking around me I saw a group of missionaries at the same gate. My guess was that they were my group (which I was right by the way). What drove me up the wall was that the rude girl happened to be on the same plane and in the same mission. I had to keep reminding myself, "What would Jesus do?" "What would Jesus do?" He would forgive her. So I did, but I still secretly hoped that I would have to sit next to her.
Luckily I didn't(: and I was happy. I sat by another elder.... Elder Lafaluente??? not really sure... I made good conversation, because I would be the one asking him questions he would answer and then never ask me. I should have just read my scriptures because now... well... he wont leave me alone. -sigh- Story of my life I suppose. We arrive at the airport and met the Mission President and his wife. I love them already. we pack our bags and head to the Mission Home in Broomfield, which by the way is technically out of my mission because of how the mission boundaries changed.
After we arrived we then proceeded with a ton of different information stations about driving, service, manners, referrals, etc. I was so tired and I had a hard time staying awake. I also got to eat really food! I was so excited and it tasted so good! around 5ish, I think, I met my companion. Her name is Hermana Espinosa and she is a native Spanish speaker. She lived in Mexico for all her life and about 5 years ago moved to Utah. She's great!
Gahh... we have to go. I'll finish giving you the update next week's email(: We have some lessons planned today, all in english.
I love you so much!
Charlee is officially in Denver!
Posted by Alex Durfee
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