Time for a haircut...by a "rockstar"...who did not cut her hair very evenly...oops.
At least she can still smile afterwards. And we are uneven haircut twins. Looking somewhat fabulous (if you don't really scrutinize...)
Lunch at The Hatter
With Sister Johnson and Sister Stoker. LOVE THOSE LADIES!
There was a party behind our condo on Halloween...we might have watched it from the roof for a moment...
...the Thai cover band was INCREDIBLE. Way impressed.
Sis. Coates has made me practice wearing pants in preparation for my return home...not going to lie, they feel REALLY odd...
FHE at a member's house
Four Eyes
Getting in as many super Thai meals as we can before I leave this amazing food behind.
Warning: Guys might not want to read this caption. lol
Sister Ong visited one night and our A/C was leaking so bad...so we came up with the amazing idea of using pads to soak up the water...it actually worked pretty dang well! :P
Coates stole my camera and took about a million selfies on it...I will only send one.
Then Elder T launched them about a million feet into the air :P It was way funny!
On our way home from a visiting teaching appointment with a member.
November 7, 2015
Hi.
See ya'll real soon.
Love,
Sister Alley
(Note from Sis. Alley's mom: Sister. Alley. Is. A. Stinker. She spaced it so the following part was waaaaay down the page. I didn't see it at first. I thought this part above was really all she'd written for her last email. I was seriously thinking about putting her in a time out when she got home when I realized there was more to the email farther down.)
Just kidding!
I really did think about just letting that be it though, because, honestly, I don't know how I could possibly summarize what this experience has meant to me.
I really have never liked "last" or "final" anythings...last page, final chapter, last goodbye, final letter, last/final...อะไรก็ใด. But especially this idea of a last letter as a missionary. Obviously, that is what this is, but it doesn't hold as much weight as it might sound like it does. Yes, the time as a full-time missionary is coming to a close, but the only thing that really changes (or should change, if all goes according to plan, if I am as converted as I hope I now am) is that the name-tag comes off and I have a few less specific rules to follow...oh, and that I can wear pants again (YES!).
Really though, the study habits, the desire to serve others, the dedication to the Lord, the burning fire of a testimony, all of that should stay with me. I hope it stays. I will work to make it stay. When I come home, I think the worst thing I could have someone tell me is that I am exactly the same. I certainly hope not! Yes, I think my general personality and some weird habits are probably still there, but really...I am not the same person. Not even close. Almost everything has changed. I look forward to reintroducing myself to all of you :)
This is the Lord's work. I know that our Savior lives and that He loves us. I know that living the gospel is the only way to have lasting peace and happiness in this life and eternal life in the world to come. I know that God is our Father. I know that Joseph Smith was His prophet. I know that the church is necessary. I also know it is led by imperfect men who are nevertheless trying their best. I love President Monson and the other leaders of the church who shoulder so much responsibility and wear out their lives in service. I hope to be a better member when I return home. I hope to be a better example. I hope to be more Christ-like.
I believe. I hope. I know. And I promise to live according to this knowledge for the rest of my life and beyond.
All my love,
Sister Alley
P.S. Really though...
"See ya'll real soon."
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