Taking The V Out Of VRM

Hey Everyone, coming live from my soon to be past area, it's Elder McMullin! As always, if you would like to send me any Norfolk memorabilia or seafood, please do and I will happily accept it. But,without further ado, here we go!

This week was pretty OK for work. We found 10 new people and had 4 LMPs, and even put someone named Jacob on date. However, all of this came crumbling around our ears as we pulled a nice, Krisp-Kreme-shaped 0 for church attendance. We even had a ride for someone all chalked out, but hey. Technically speaking, we DID have one person attend the First Landing ward, though. For those who have good memories and/or save my emails, you might remember one about my companions "girlfriend", a woman of large stature, high as a kite, and quite possibly mentally unstable. Somehow she remembered when church was, and attended their ward looking for Elder Mills. Disheartened by his lack of show, she apparently caused a ruckus in Sunday School and had to be escorted out. Ahh, Elder Mills. Putting the "antic" in romantic, as always.

   Highlight of the week had to have been yesterday, when we were invited to dinner by some members. After getting bashed on the porch by their neighbor, we finally got in their house. Now, these particular members have 3 small kids, and I "happened" to pack a pump and a pros bag full of balloons. One alligator, Unicorn, and giraffe later, I was pretty much both the coolest Elder and the coolest person that either of them had ever seen. The parents enjoyed it too, and insisted on a group photo that I have lovingly attached.

   To explain the title line, we got transfer information, and mine was... unexpected. I thought I would be staying another in Norfolk, as Elder Mills and I were doing really well. Then, Thursday night rolls around when leadership and training texts go out. I slumber well, knowing beyond reasonable doubt I would not be messaged. And yet, at 12:47 AM, a message drops on my phone. When I wake up at 6:30 (yes I am still obedient) to read it, my heart similarly drops. President has called me to be a District Leader. The rest of the story came through on Friday, when it was revealed where I am going: Elizabeth City, North Carolina. There is a whole two companionships in my district, one of which is the Ablemarles, otherwise known as the boonie/banish area. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little disheartened and upset to leave Norfolk to run the worst District in the mission, but hey- maybe pres sees something I can't see myself. I do find it humorous that I didn't stay in the city, county, zone, or state that I requested, and instead am about 2 1/2 hours from mission central.

Anyways, I'll keep yall posted about how it goes, and I hope yall have a great rest of your week!

From the soon-to-be king of Carolina,

Elder McMullin

Photos!

1: A horrendous knot spotted on the waterfront.

2: that's one way to wake you up in the morning.

3: BALLOOOOOOOOOONS

4: I messed up very slightly on my Catholic rubics cube.

5:The boards determining my fate. The inconsequential square in the corner is me.

6: Awwwww.... role-playing romance is always fun.

7: mixing some pumpkin spice Diet Coke to fully cement that fall feeling in my arteries.