11/12/18
Bom Dia Família, Nós 'sta fixe?
Another week has come and gone. I thought that when I left the MTC, time might slow down a bit and wait for me to catch up, but as this second transfer is drawing to a close it becomes increasingly apparent that I have no hope of ever catching up. I used to think four months was a long time, like a semester of school or the summer, but this past four months have seemingly flashed by. I fear that one these days I'm going to wake up and the mission will already be over. People always ask "Sister, tem saudades para casa?" (“Do you miss home?”) and I always respond "Não, já tenho saudades para Cabo Verde" (“No, I already miss Cape Verde”), because I'll always have home, but when will I ever have another chance to be here, right now with these people? I hope I can stay in Covo Figueira for another transfer but who knows what this next six weeks has in store for me. But I can already tell I'll miss these people terribly and I just don't know when I'll see them again. Who knew the mission was such a trap!? Making me come here to love and serve these people just to send me away! Something tells me leaving the mission is going to be a lot tougher than coming out onto the mission. Lucky for me, even in missionary time, I've got a while.
