This week I will hit my one year mark. I can't believe it's been that long. It really doesn't seem like it could have been a year ago that I was making my way into the MTC amid masses of other baby missionaries. And now here I am, an old, seasoned, one year old missionary. Crazy...
I survived transfers last week and I'm still here in Folsom. I got a new companion named Sister Ratu. She was born in Indonesia and came to the US when she was a child. She's nice enough. We're making good progress with one of our investigators, but the others are threatening to turn into eternal investigators.
Our mission president is still in the hospital and apparently will be for a few weeks. He's doing fine but the recovery process is long. I hope he's doing all right.
In other news, I have to go because my zone is going to sculpt ice cream or something. Have a great week!
