I don't miss living in Morgantown so much as the WVCM. The missionaries here are good kids, but the missionaries in the WVCM have become family. My biggest hope for wherever I live next is to be in a ward where the missionaries actually need my help.
My second biggest hope is to live somewhere with good Mexican food. #gringalife
Tomorrow is the WVCM's P-day. YAY! Friends!
I've realized that we really baptize children at age 8 because 8-year-olds can be monsters and they need Jesus... I love my little monster so much.
I have a new wheelchair joke t-shirt and nobody here would appreciate it so I haven't worn it yet. But it's great.
I've lived here for ~17 weeks and I still have no friends. Surprisingly enough, it doesn't bother me at all. Thank goodness for phone calls, texting, and WVCM's P-day.
It absolutely horrifies me that I personally know human beings who think Donald Trump would be a decent president.
Warm days in December make everything a little bit better.
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