Wednesday, May 18, 2011

5/16/2011 Letter

Kia ora,

So training and white-washing an elder's area (and apartmentttt) at the same time is proving itself to be nice and challenging. I think the Lord is trying to kill me. Or at least make sure I'm picked up from the airport in a stretcher. When we got there, the apartment didn't have a working vacuum, microwave, washer, dryer, blankets, pillows, towels, cleaning supplies, any edible food, and we were missing a bed. What??? I cried for five minutes. But it's been a week, and we've gathered the necessities and I clean a lot. I can clean good. Yes!!! I just physically can't believe I'm not in the Gold Coast anymore. I'm actually in Brisbane City.

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