Two Decades Of Life And Two Weeks Of Strife

Hello hello hello again, everyone! Coming live from the missionary who can now claim 20 years of age, its Elder McMullin ! As always, if you would like to send me a cake or fine glitter confetti in the mail, I will happily accept it. But, without further ado, here we go! This week frankly was poo for work. Between the office and the area, things are moving much more slowly than dear old E. Muffin would prefer. We did a lot of finding, and got exactly two phone numbers. I did give out one Book of Mormon, but the guy left it in his grocery cart and a nice lady gave it back to me, so it was a bit of a moot point. This town is a harder nut to crack than dear old E city, as this place has one thing E city didn’t- money. This town is very glamorous and very fashionable, making it intensely difficult to talk to anyone- especially if you have to scream through brand new Airpod ones or be louder than a full Adidas tracksuit (complete with designer sunglasses). BUT! God has a way of ...