Trunky trunky trunky trunky

Honestly I'm not that trunky - it just feels like a normal transfer, but this time I don't have to fuss about whether I'm transferring or not. It's supposed to be a secret, so I passed out the business cards they use here in Japan, and just said that I have a feeling I'm going to transfer, but it won't be decided until Wednesday. Well, the Bishop and some of the members I'm closer to kinda figured it out.

Not surprised. Anyway, I'm not really that trunky - until I read your emails! My dear parents, you are trunkier than me! Dad, I appreciated all the details. I can tell you and mom have really talked them out. As a missionary, every Thursday I have Weekly Planning Session, where we plan out our next week. I feel like you did that with my return. Ha ha.

Oh, before I forget, I have 2 suitcases and my Lemmon backpack. They have to be under a certain weight since it's an airplane, and there are certain things that have to be checked since American airplanes are crazy crazy strict. Anyway, these suitcases have fit into tiny Japanese cars; I doubt there will be a problem with our big American car. (I'd like to point out my proper use of the semi-colon. Aren't you proud?) I think the suitcases will be okay since I'm planning a shirt-burning activity on Wednesday to take a break from packing. It might be all talk - I'll see if I can convince my conservative Japanese companion that it's not against the law in Japan.

This past week... let's see. We got a new investigator. Kishimoto Kyodai, a recent convert of a little over a year, is a college student here. For Obon (a Buddhist Festival that you'll have to look up on Wikipedia) his little brother, 18, came to visit. He came to church yesterday and the little brother is a perfectly great investigator.

Too bad he's going back to Hyogo-ken next week. In his home ward there are no missionaries right now. I warned him that church might be kinda long. 3 hours isn't normal. Well, at the end he said it was okay. It kinda seemed short. Huh? Really? Well, okay! The priesthood lesson was on eternal marriage, so I kinda suggested that he go to the young men's class, but in the end he stayed with his brother in the big-kid class. Ha ha. Oh well, maybe he has that in mind or something. No 18 year old boy is thinking of marriage. It's like a rule.

This week---

Tuesday - district meeting, a meal appointment with a member.

Wednesday - Transfer Announcement Day. I'm packing. That night is FHE (since we cancelled English Conversation Class).

Thursday - Transfers! I'll take the Shinkansen (yay!) to the mission office, where then me and Fluckiger Shimai will do something fun - though we never really figured out what. There is an interview with the mission president, and at night we all go to the temple. Then we sleep because Friday - they shove us on planes. There will probably be a layover in Tokyo where I will spent the last of my Japanese money. he he.

I do think it's funny that I leave Friday night and arrive Friday morning. No wonder jet lag is a pain in the butt. I will try to sleep on the plane. Actually, that's all I can do because of my airsickness. Thanks for the medicine! I hope it works! Well, I take an hour train each way twice a week. Maybe I got used to it....maybe?

There are no pictures this week because... well, the truth is I just copy the pictures each week from my companion. She is one of those people that take waaaaay too many pictures. So every week I copy hers. Well, she is currently mourning the loss of her camera that she left at a member's house yesterday. Ha ha. She wants to pick it up, but we are an hour from Hiroshima. So, she'll have to wait until Sunday. She is so sad. I couldn't help but laugh a little bit. He he.

Dad, thanks for all the school stuff. He he. You really pulled some strings. Thank you! Hey, when I can play with my new phone, and computer? He he. One thing I've promised myself is not to spent all day on Facebook trying to catch up on everyone's lives this past year and a half. That's impossible - I just need to cut my losses. But I do want to catalogue all my mission pictures, carefully copied from each companion. Ha ha.

Okay, don't know what to say, but see you in America! Wow, that sounds kinda weird. If you could all tell me how skinny I am, that would be great. If you could ignore the pimples that started appearing when I started sweating and wiping my face with my (dirty?) hands, that would be great. If I only speak in Japanese, you'll just have to learn some Japanese.

Love you!

Sarah