Looking Good

 Melissa, I think your father was pretty broken up at our farewell dinner last night, but there were a couple of young men who were more broken up. When we sang Jerusalem, a young missionary standing next to me sang out with a strong voice. He never faltered but the tears ran down his face and someone handed him a tissue. It is nice to be heading out with so many others, because I realize that we are not the only ones trying desperately to squeeze a little more out of this precious time.

Today has been one of those plodding days, putting one foot in front of the other, focusing on getting done. I haven't even stepped outside the flat. What a crime!

The supposed heat wave from Spain that was to occur towards the end of August has never materialized, and as you can see, we are living in Paradise. The weather for the next couple of weeks will be ideal - well not quite, because there is no rain predicted. But we have learned that the weather people here are no better at giving us a really accurate reading of what is going on outside, than those in Arizona. Although in all fairness, those Arizona people have only to smile and predict sunshine and heat - and in nearly every case, they are right.



Our suitcases are basically packed - to the brim. They are bulging at the seams. They each weigh just slightly less than 50 pounds. And there are still things that will need to go in. We will do all our traveling with Erin and Ethan and then collect the large suitcases from Hyde Park Chapel. At the hotel near the airport the last night we are here, we will rearrange all the suitcases so that we can hand carry our computers and ipads in our carry-on luggage.

What a hassle packing is! Both closets are cleared out and washed up. Floor boards, carpet, shelves, everything looks pretty good.

The problem is that every time I sit down I see something else that I ought to take care of. I'm pretty sure that I didn't do this much work getting out of our home which is 4 times larger than this small place.

Oh well.....the place is looking pretty good.


Comments

Erin said…
Lauren told me a few days ago that there was a big part of her that didn’t want to come home. I wonder if it’s how most missionaries feel.

It’s 3 am here but I am just so excited I can’t sleep. Too many thoughts and random packing items keep running through my head!

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August 25, 2021 at 3:31 AM
melissa said…
I’m so impressed you packed so soon! And I’m not surprised dad wasn’t the only cryer. đŸ˜­
August 25, 2021 at 10:35 PM
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