spring has sprung... oh and 14


Hello My Dears,
This week was pretty interesting. We had a lot of highs, a lot of lows, and a lot of in-betweens. Needless to say, I was pretty darn tired at the end of every night. I haven't changed that much to the point that I still hate drama... But apparently, it follows me everywhere. I was just born to have a dramatic life. It's fine. Everything is good though.
We did a LOT of service this week. Twas good. 
We taught a few lessons this week. Twere good. (Yeah, I just made that word up. No big deal.) 
Church rocked this week. 
The work is hastening.
I wanted to tell a story, but I seem to have forgotten it. So sorry.

I don't even know what to write anymore. 
Oh. We got a crack in our windshield. I hate cars. And I keep asking President to transfer me to a walking area.... aka the City... aka Lindell 4. Sister Mendenhall and I asked if we could just simply be "Finding Missionaries"... he said no. :( We'll keep working on it. hahaha.
So basically I start my last two transfers next Monday. I feel super weird about that.
OH. Question: Soooooooo the Cardinals are having "Mormon Night" on July 22. How about we just come back for that? :) Travel the country. :) You down? Let me know.
Being a missionary is my favorite thing in the world. I never thought that I would be "one of those missionaries" who said that and actually meant it... I thought that people just said that because they were supposed to. But now that my mission is winding down faster than you can say, "trunky" I'm coming to realize how truly important this work is and how much it really has changed my life and the lives of so many others! Every week, Daniel and I close our letters to one another with the saying: "Work hard. Play hard. Die hard." (Die only in the mission sense, of course!) Because there is NO sense in coming out here and working hard for your first 15 months and then just piling out for the next 3 months. I've seen too many miracles to just let it all go to pot for the next three months because I'm nervous about going home. So what do I do? Work harder so I just don't even have to think about it. It's the best thing ever. "Forget yourself and go to work." Those words are so dear to me.
I love you all.
Sister Sadie Leavitt