And that was how we spent the week before transfers. We also called it a transfer party, because everyone made bets I was transferring. I even made bets that I was transferring! Transfers came, transfers went. I'm excited to still be here in Guagua, after I had been here for 6 months I figured an extra month and a half can't make that much of a difference. I asked president if there was a reason he didn't transfer me. All he said was "revelation." But I figured that seemed like a pretty good answer too.
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We went to visit a less-active yesterday who we hadn't been to in a couple months. She opened the gate and was really surprised when she was us. I thought she was going to tell us to come back another day, but the first things that came out of her mouth was "I thought you moved Sister Taylor!" And I wanted to reply, "They said it was revelation....", but instead we just laughed and she fed us spaghetti.
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But I've gotten unmeasurably close to the branch in the time that I've been here. We had a service project at the branch president's house last week and pulled all the weeds out of their yard. It was more like digging in the sand though. We worked (and got really tan) for a couple hours. And then ran through rice fields, had a water fight, carried Sister Bautista around in the wheelbarrow, and ate cow tongue that they cooked. Yummmmmy. You'll get to meet them when you come, I love their family. But they won't feed you cow tongue:)
When you come, it will probably still be just as hot as ever here in Guagua. Some things just never change. Even in eight months. We didn't get any rain this season and I think last week we had straight 90's. Are you ready for that? Or a better question, am I ready for winter in America? No.
I slowly am starting to think more about coming home. Sister Malig in our branch here has a daughter coming home from the San Pablo Philippines mission and I was talking to her about it yesterday. She said she can't sleep anymore from counting down the hours, and just keeps thinking of all the things she'll cook when her daughter gets home. Her daughter sent a backpack home last week to them and Sister Malig told me the minute she opened she started crying (on the crowded bus) because it smelled like her daughter. I could relate, and thought it might be a little bit of what you guys are feeling.