I basically only have 6 days left as a missionary, because I am taking the bus back to San Jose next Tuesday, and then Wednesday I go to the temple and have interviews and dinner with president. Then thursday me jalo para la choza. Today we really didn’t do anything. I cut my hair, and the lady cut it way shorter on the sides than I wanted, then left it long on top, so I looked like a total idiot, so I told her nicely to cut the top short as well so it would be even. Now I’m practically bald, and I can feel the sun burning my scalp when I walk outside haha. But it’s ok. I don’t hold grudges with people who cut hair, I just choose to never cut my hair there again, and I encourage others to avoid the locale as well. I was on divisions with another elder from Wednesday until Saturday last week, and I have to go with him to his area this week to do a baptismal interview. He’s from Utah and is going home in two changes.
I miss home, and the whole family and my friends and my trumpet and everything. I hope I can do a lot better when I get home than before the mission. I thought that since I’m going to have a layover in Texas that it would be possible for Tony to visit for a little while, but I didn’t know that he lived so far away from Dallas, so it’s not gonna happen, but that’s ok. I didn’t really miss him that much anyway. haha jk. I’ve been contemplating for like 17 months now how I’m going to walk out of the tube walkway thing when I leave the plane, like what sort of first words I should say. I’ve been pondering on some sort of wise phrase that would be nice to hear, but I’m not sure what it’ll be. Just wait another week and a half for it. I’ve gotten so bad at writing. All my emails are like one long big soup of ideas that aren’t separated. I’m going to have a lot of trouble in my english classes. I hope everything at home is well. I cant wait to see you all. I miss you and love you!