And now for this weeks episode, it's HOMETOWN EDITION!! Yep you heard me! This letter is coming to you from good ole Newport Beach instead of Mexico City- mi corazon :(
Due to the coronavirus, the CCM is being completely shut down and everyone is being emergency evacuated back to their home countries. Coming home after 6 weeks was the last thing I expected to do, but even though it's been hard, I trust that God sees the path perfectly in this time of so much uncertainty and confusion. Hopefully after our 2 week quarantine, the party can continue and we can go to our missions! This week has been WILD, but I'm alive to tell the tale so stay tuned for some drama.
Thursday night during class, a supervisor came in and announced that instead of leaving on the 31st of March to go to our missions, we were going to be leaving a week early on that Monday or Tuesday so we could get back in the states before countries closed their borders.
We thought we had a couple days but the next morning, they came in again and called out 6 names, told them they had 45 minutes to pack all their stuff, and be at the buses to fly to their missions. The rest of us were told go pack up our stuff so we could be ready to leave at any moment. We lost more than half of our district that day and it was so rough to say goodbye to the people who had become like family to me.
At 2 am that night, we got a knock on our door and were told that 2 Hermanas in our casa had 15 minutes to be at the buses to leave. There was still uncertainty who was being sent home or to their missions but they ended up sending all missionaries home. It broke my heart to not be going to DC, but I'll get there eventually!
The rest of my district, including my companion, left the next day and I concluded that as the last man standing, it's clear that I'd survive the zombie apocalypse. I joined another district of a whopping 3 people for the next 2 days and finally finessed a flight to lax on Tuesday morning.
Also they ran out of masks so I improvised and used my hair scarf bandana as a mask at the airport (pic is attached). You know that relatable moment when you have to go to a music festival at 8 but you gotta not catch a deadly disease at the airport at 9? Yeah me too.
I'm pretty sure I can have visitors but only from a safe distance of 6 feet! I think the kids these days call it "Social distancing?"
And now for an update on my white dot story! One of the senior couples in the CCM presidency saw my white dot but said they thought I'd been there for a while. I just told them I was on my 6th week but just forgot to take it off. They're too sweet to joke around with so I ultimately retired the white dot. RIP to a fallen soldier :(
Some things I learned in the past 6 weeks
- I am an EXCELLENT bug killer.
- I missed ice. Like a lot.
- I have a new found love for poetry! They are 95% of the time very sarcastic, nonetheless they are straight fire. Special s/o to Hermana Warren for being my teacher.
Amidst all this craziness it is SO important to have hope! A couple days ago, for the first time ever, it was a little cold so I pulled out my jacket and inside the pocket I found a fortune. It read "Don't give up, the beginning is always the hardest." I know with out a doubt that God is mindful of each of us. He know our joys, pains, struggles, and sorrows. When life throws you a curveball, tighten your grip on the bat, and keep swinging. Keep going and keep pushing. God loves you and I love you!
Con amor, Hermana Dangl
My MTC District aka mi familia
The Final Five
Final selfie with Esteban
Safety 1st, Fashion 2nd
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