Jeppson Nővér and I are celebrating twelve weeks of companionship together this week.
What does this mean?
This means we have literally devolved into the exact same sense of weird, warped humor.
At some point during the day, no fail, one of us will turn to the other and be like:
"That's it!....Emergency comp inventory."
And the other person will be like:
"It's just....you're really starting to creep me out, dude. You literally follow me everywhere."
"I....I am so sorry, I didn't realize it was bothering you."
"I know, I know you didn't mean it. But like, literally, I plan with these people and then you just like show up to the lessons--it's kind of creepy. And I feel like I've really started to neglect my friends and family because I spend all my time with you. Like, all my time. And then I walk out in the morning, and there you are. Like, every time. I just think...maybe we need some space."
Cue five minutes of laughter. We're going insane, I kid you not.
Aaaaand that's what we call 2,000 consecutive hours together. We've pretty much developed our own companionship language that is neither English or Hungarian but consists of a lot of somewhat indecipherable noises that more often than not mean "change the iPod to the next Vocal Point song."
I also occasionally lay on the floor and tell her my left arm hurts and that means I'm probably going to die of a heart attack at any given moment so she better tell me she loves me while she can. She usually throws a pillow at me. #marriedcouple #luvvtrueeluvvv
Anyway, the investigators are progressing slowly but steadily. I had kind of a panic attack this week when I realized that we can learn a lot about the parent-child relationship from the missionary-investigator relationship. I can push and press and pray and ask and ask and ask---but they really just have to act for themselves. Occasionally I feel like I'm "raising kids" in the Gospel, with the ultimate goal being for them to stand on their own two feet at the end of the day. And I've seen it fall both ways at this point. It helped me a lot, actually, to understand in what ways I can try and influence them. Stressed me out a bunch for when I have real kids instead of metaphorical ones, though.
I've also decided to title my emails with random lyrics from random songs that can be categprized under "possibly inspirational" because I've been lacking serious motivation as of recent. We'll see how long I can last ;)
Anyways, I got my official date of return changed, I'll be flying home December 29th, 2015.
Time is weird and as much as I think it'll be stressful to be home for four days before I head back to Utah, I'm really excited for that awkward moment when I'm in class day one and I turn to the person next to me and am like, "I just got home from my mission." And then they're like, "Oh, really when?" And I'm like, "Four days ago." #postmishawkward #impostsoviet #bringit
I love you all, sorry this is kind of lacking in details, we've been really busy as of recent, but I don't really know how to sum it up. Also---one year in Hungary mark this year! Wow, has that flown by.
Hugs from Hungary.
Kisses from Nyíregyháza.
Etc, etc ;)
Tudom hogy a Mormon könyve igaz!