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| Kungsparken with Syster Jackson |
Wow, transfer week is always insane. I feel like so much has happened because I've been in two different areas and then I come to email and turns out that your lives have been the exact same. I'm currently emailing at library..I've always emailed at the church in my past areas so the computer language has been in english, but now the language is Swedish and literally every word is underlined in red. It also means no english spell. Syster Jackson and I were not about to go to the church though. We doubled in and literally all we had waiting for us was an apartment (the "pent house" as the mission has taken to calling it). So we have no bus cards or bikes. It takes about 45 minutes to walk to the church without talking to people but you can make it there in about 32 if you are speed walking at olympic pace. Syster Jackson and I have made the walk about 6 times in our past 4 days here. I feel like this is what I anticipated when I thought of missionary work before I got here. Walking everywhere. We will hopefully be receiving bus cards on Wednesday. Although it won't really help the situation because we have no where to travel to haha. We just like literally have nothing going in this area because no sisters existed before. So we have like 6 hours of contacting every day. The grind, people. Syster Jackson makes it enjoyable though. She's sarcastic and witty and is comfortable in silence. So when we're on a long road with no people on it we sometimes go like a half hour without even saying anything. It's a nice time to think. And it's rewarding to come home dead tired at the end of every day.
Come home dead tired and relax in the dream apartment. I wish someone would have recorded our reactions our first day in the apartment. They could have used the footage on Extreme Home Makeover. Like granted, compared to normal life, my real home in Logan, it's not that fabulous. But it's at least 2 times bigger than all other apartments I've been in. Plus it has a piano. and "persian" rugs. Actually probably really cheap rugs but I like to call them persian rugs because it sounds for deluxe.
Malmö is BEAUTIFUL. I always heard from Courtney, the former sister Bateman, that Malmö was the absolute best but now I know for myself. It is so pretty here and has all these giant parks. Whenever Syster Jackson and I look at a map to find out where we are, we always end up being next to this park called Kungsparken. It's massive. And we live right next to it so it means we're close to home. Basically Kungsparken has become my life. It's my landmark in this city.
Church on Sunday was so fun. So many people were like, "FINALLY!! Sisters again!" This is the most missionaries I've ever served in a ward with. There are 2 sets of elders, so there are 6 of us all together. We got invited to come into primary and we introduced ourselves and then we would sing our favorite primary song (it was for singing time). It was so funny. We would let the kids ask us questions and one of them asked Syster Jackson how old she was. Syster Jackson told her that she could guess. So the little girl, probably like 7 or 8, thought about it really hard and was like "31!" Then all the girls proceeded to yell out different numbers. When Syster Jackson said that she is 20, the first girl was like, "That's what I thought from the beginning, I just didn't say it." Classic.
So remember how they speak Skånish down here? Yeah, they do. Sometimes they don't have a super hard accent so it still goes to understand them. But we talked to this one guy and at the end we were getting his number and we were like, What's your name? He was like, "Paderi" It sounded so weird and I was like, "okayyyy, uh, how do you spell that?" So he says, "p-a-t-a-r" I typed it out and showed him and he was like, "Nooo. p-a-t-a-r." So I tried again and spelled it like, "p-ä-t-ä-r" showed him again. wrong again. He typed it. Turns out his name was PETER. Are you kidding me??? It sounded nothing like Peter. Syster Jackson and I just looked at each other and were like, what just happened to us.
In other news, today we will be traveling up to Stockholm because we have MLC tomorrow! I'm super excited. MLC was the best last transfer so I'm excited to learn oodles again.
Hoppas ni har en finn vecka!
Have it good.
Syster May
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| Lunch at Malmo Festivalen |
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| Kladkaka gjorde av Aldste Frankman because 6 hours of contacting |
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| Syster Jackson and Aldste Backman: having a good time. Me: pretending to understand the old lady not pictured as she spoke mumbled Skanish at me. |
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| One view of our apartment |
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| View out apartment window |
More sent to Mom:
My new area is really pretty and big compared to my other areas. I really like it. There are a ton of trees everywhere and we can see the ocean and it's really just beautiful. Hopefully we'll be able to take a trip over to the Köpenhamn temple! It's been 6 months since I've been so it's time for me to go again so I think President will let us go sometime this transfer.
I always thought that talking to people would get easier on the mission but even now it's still just as hard to stop strangers on the street and start talking to them. I don't know why I get scared. If they're mad or not interested then they'll just say that and then I won't have to talk to them. And if they're nice and willing to talk then it will be pleasant. And there are always a few extremely awkward conversations every day, but I forget those as soon as they're over. Haha, but I still just have to get over myself every day. It's good though. Character building. Before my mission I always thought that I wanted to marry a returned missionary. But it was mostly just because it's essentially a commandment for them. But now that I've been out I want to marry a returned missionary even more because I know what you go through on a mission and if you do it right you learn more out here than you could ever learn in 2 years at home. You go through things here that you don't go through anywhere else. And the experiences are good and make you a better person. Sometimes I get all caught up thinking if I've learned enough or if I've even changed at all. I hope I have. I guess we'll see when I get home and am placed in a normal situation.
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