..... so obviously im too young for that. sister king is getting ready to go home and its all finding hotels for her parents to stay in (when they come to pick her up) and makign sure they have enough activities and calming her down when she is panicking that yes sister king, you WILL be asked on a date with SOMEBODY at BYU.
oh my dear heavens. sending a missionary home has proven to be quite the ordeal.
individual notes to people that you proabably dont want to read unless you are that person-
mom and dad. number one. i love you. dad, i hope your new job goes better! i will be wishing you luck. thanks for the email. i love reading your words. they make me so happy. mom, i will look for the package. im not going to lie, im really excited.
cort. the pictures of the kids (mostly (j.) crue) are soooooooo cute. that kid is putting on some pounds. also the house looks fabulous and the hoodlums are growing up too fast. thanks for takign the time to take selfies during relief society (oh. my. gosh. your relief society presidnet.... scary.) and to send them my way. i know you are a busy mama but it means a lot that you take time to write me. well like, you should. youre my sister.
kassey. i liked that instagram role you were on. what happened? :( dad sent me a picture of all the ribbons you got this week. im proud of you, cowgirl. im really excited to learn more stuff from you when i goet home. in winter. also, can you do me a rather large favor? i will just email you about it in a few minutes.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KASSEY AND DAYNE! youre the best. eat some cake. get some presents. kassey, you are almost an adult! dayne, are you like 32 or something? just kidding. but you are approaching the hill. practically a grandpa.
so i STILL havent quite figured out how to organize these emails so i am going to try going kensey kerr style and just go from my journal. bear with me.
monday::
i was sick, i think the heat finally got to me. no time to rest. wandered the city looking for sister kings parents hotel. i was not a happy person. i regret that. when p day ended we went to visit a member who didnt end up being home so we kapjagi called kimsoona who has these two adorable boys who i LOVE. they are like 14 and 9 and they love us so much. we showed up ten minutes later and their youngest boy gynungsun laid out a bunch of peaches and a game. we spent the rest of the nut racing them at speed stacks (cup stacking game) and simultaneously eating corn. they are the most patient and funny and hilarious boys. i am now petitioning God for all sons. At the end they gave me my own set of cups to practice with a made us promise to come next Tuesday.
tuesday::
we talked about joy at district meeting and elder barney put the spotlight on me and asked how i feel joy on my mission. i told him that im not really sure, and that that is something that i think i realy struggle with. when i email home i highligh all the happy parts but missinary work is really hard and honestly i cant feel joy that easily. i couldnt come to any solid conclusions during the meeting but i wil say that i am still seekign answers about how to feel greater joy in my missionary work. The district gave us really god advice on how to help kimiyoung. I got two of the best letters from Roma today. They made me so happy but also made me miss my family and friends so much. everyone back home is doing such great things. sometimes i feel like i am stuck. or atleast just really behind. had the best lesson with kimmiyoung yet. we were bold but not overbearing and she understood a lot clearer why we were there and what blessings we wanted her to get. there was good communication and we were able to understand her feelings more. the spirit was so strong and i was grateful the the holy ghost was helping to touch her heart.
wednesday::
brother pak and sister lee called us to bring us to a really nice americanish restaurant with her kids. but when we showed up she was in another part of the resturant with some of the young women. so basically we ate lunch with brother pak and the kids. not ok but we didnt know what else to do.... i hoarded every vegetable i could (koreans dont eat a lot of vegetables....) and brother pak made fun of me. but in romas words "im not interested in having cottage cheese legs thank you very much." also i just really like salad and anything green or from the earth. all the kids ate was korean food.... it was so funny. we met with a new invsigaotr today. she is proabbly the most clingy person ive ever met, but she seemed a little interested in something other than English (thats a step in a good direction) and she fed us cheese from Spain so we were ok with that. we are yet to meet with her again and teach her the restoration. english class was ok today. elder holt told the whole class that one of the phrases we were learnign was drug reference so that made everything instantaneously uncomfrtable. the topic was 'what if your kid wants to be an artist'...... *rolling eyes*. byunjunho centered the conversation aroudn me. all the men in the room said they want their sons to be doctors. brother byun asked if my parents think that my dream is ridiculous. i told them that i think my parents trust me to not pursue anythign unrealisitc and that they always support my talents and or interests. im really grateful for that.
thursday::
while eating lunch the elders called us to make sure we were on our way to shilli. ...... oops. we ran out the door and scrambled onto a bus where i filled out the progress record between bumps and sweaty grandmas hauling in bunches of onions or mystery herbs. when we showed up ten minutes late the elders were sitting in a circle on the living room floor giggling while eating watermelon. "the meeting is tomorrow...."..... oops again. our ward misison leader ordered us chinese food and while washing dishes we all talked about movies. i asked elder hotl if hes ever seen 'we bought a zoo' and he asked me if it was an action movie. *face palm*. does that sound like an action movie?! as brother yoon inched his way back into the living room we turned the conversation into korean out of courtesy. it suddenly dawned on me how weird it was... 8 americans having a conversation in korean.
friday::
went back to shilli to have our REAL lunch appointment. sister nam made the kamjatang not spicy just for me. she is the nicest person i have ever met. we had batbinsoo for dessert. no bat. made our way to jungup to drop off sister king to go on a split with sister arvanitas. picked up sister leeyaejin. had a grand ol night with sister yoon who talked our ears off and fed us MORE watermelon. too.... much.... watermelon. thought a lot about what is appropriate to ask god for. i dont want my missionary work to be like a vending machine. B5=Baptism.........i dont think that god appreciates requests very much. i actually think its pretty offending. i havent figured out how to pray for help in my missionary work quite yet.
saturday::
i am not excited to sogae my area. work is not the same without sister kign. im the only one who know the area. the people. the buses. the names. the work. i hate that im gonna be the only one who knows anythign in a few weeks. we visited like 5 people but only an old lady in the ward was home. she was wearing a white tank top and shorts that literally were made out of mesh material. so basically we shared a message with a (practically) nacked old korean lady. she fed us corn and we listened to the wind howl outside. there is a typhoon coming onto the coast so the sky was rather upset today. when sister lee and i finished our corn sister lees was neatly eaten compared to my mutilated cob that looked like a rat got into it. the gramma asked if my teeth were bad and then asked where we were going next. i said i didnt know where (because our plans fell through) and then she scolded me for being and ignorant american who didnt know hotto get anywhere...... old people are nutters. that night we met with kimmiyoung and she bought us soup at a cafe. surji is sick and we bought her an ice cream.
sunday::
i fell asleep in personal study and walked like a zombie out of the apartment to go to church. i felt like someone dragged me out of bed at 2 am and made me come to church. i wasnt in the best mood today and i regret that. i am a mister scrooge on fast sunday. bosun and gyungsun whispered to me during sacrament about their speed stack record. i said i would beat them. tuesday night. we visited the bishops house. he reminds me of dad. he puts his kids in arm bars and sasses them. he told me the he doesnt want me to transfer. there were three families over fo dinner (cause that how korea goes. like family.) we had donkassu and soup. brother yoon sat next to me and we talked about mac vs. pc. i had no idea that he was a computer science major. we ended the night by visiting sister song who is like 85 and is hilarious. she wasnt at church today because her back hurt. her son was over with his two hideous half shaved yappy dogs. she fed us watermelon and told us allll about her bodily ailments. she is adorable.
well there you have it.... a glance into the life of sister pappa. its been so busy! and this week will be even busier. lots of saying goodbye dinners and such. sister kign deserves it though... shes been a really great missionary.
i miss you all! i love you i love you i love you.
love, sister kelsey are pappa
1. in the market there are a lot of creepy taxidermy places. this is one of their greatest works.
2.chicken scratch record. i actually think youre not supposed to take pictures of records but dont forward this to anyone and were fine. the handwriting was just horrible and it took me like 10 minutes to figure out what the words were.
3. lunch at ashleys with orami, soorami, yonso and brother pak. so awkward. so delicous.
4. oh, just some stuff i see everyday on the bus.
5. for lunch i ate lettuce and egg salad. i thought the lettuce was so pretty it mustbe photgraphed.
6. the corn. can you guess whose is sister lee's and whose is mine?
the corn. can you guess whose is sister lee's and whose is mine?
for lunch i ate lettuce and egg salad. i thought the lettuce was so pretty it mustbe photgraphed.
oh, just some stuff i see everyday on the bus.
lunch at ashleys with orami, soorami, yonso and brother pak. so awkward. so delicous.
chicken scratch record. i actually think youre not supposed to take pictures of records but dont forward this to anyone and were fine. the handwriting was just horrible and it took me like 10 minutes to figure out what the words were.
in the market there are a lot of creepy taxidermy places. this is one of their greatest works.
