Gosh, dang! The sun has been scorching the earth out here in good ol' Magyarország and in response to this crisis I've:
1.) Taken it upon myself to set a comp goal called, "Do Not Die of Dehydration." In order to achieve this revolutionary new goal, we're trying out this revolutionary new idea called, "Drinking More Liquids." One of the cool things about Hungary: they sell huge quantities of all sorts of flavored water for very, very cheap (like, less than fifty cents). One of the downsides of this: I feel like a homeless person carrying a week's worth of water on my person. Literally. I mean, it's kind of a socially acceptable thing to do around these earth-scorched parts that we call Szombathely, Hungary, but the American in me just can't seem to handle it haha--but a goal's a goal!
2.) Had an immense and insatiable craving for Sonic Drive-In slushies to the point where I have literally dreamed I was drinking a Sonic slushy. And woken up with tears in my eyes due to lack of slushy. Depressing, I know. Dramatic? Yes. That as well. The closest replacement they have here is something called "jégkása"---which actually isn't that bad. They have this super delicious lime-mint flavor that I discovered, so I've been able to get by with out any more Somic slushy nightmares for the past few days ;)
This week was a difficult one, we've been working really hard to find people and the heat has been pretty...well, for lack of a better term, hot. Prayers are appreciated, but we're doing okay. Working to just be sure and love the people, because that's the key.
Speaking of loving the people, this week was pretty much the best as far as surprises, I made a super good friend with one of the members out in Szeged who moved to England shortly after I was transferred. Her hometown happens to be, you guessed it! Szombathely! :) I arrived at church on Sunday to her open arms and it was really just a cool, tender mercy. I like to think of it as a birthday present from Heavenly Father, because it was for sure the brightest moment of my week to be able to see her and remember what amazing members I've been able to meet and befriend here in Hungary. Super, super, super cool.
Anyways, I turn 20 this week. Weird. I feel like 18 was forever and 19 never happened---de ilyen az élet (or "c'est la vie," if you want it in French haha). I'm really excited to see what adventures 20 brings----my one-and-only Hungarian summer, followed by the second-and-last Hungarian autumn; it'll be cool. I think 19 was one of the most difficult years of my life so far---learning how to make being a missionary part of who I am, not just a thing I want to do, as well as saying goodbye to all my friends and family in both my homes in America, and, of course, learning Hungarian. That was difficult. And is still an on-going process. I know this is pretty much the most cliché thing a mish can say, but though it's been difficult, I don't think I've ever done anything so worth it in my entire life. Yes, talking to people in Post-Soviet Eastern Europe about Christ in the dead heat of Hungarian summer in their crazy-flipping language is not the easiest thing I've done in my life, and sometimes they for sure don't like it, but I will always be grateful for my time to preach of Christ. And feel closer to Him than I ever have in my entire life. Because I do.
To stay true to character and be dramatic I choose to end this email with a 17 Miracles quote:
"It'll all be worth it in the end."
Tudom hogy a Mormon könyve igaz!