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Hello!

I made it to Utah with no plane crashes, tears of frustration, or falling down escalators. So all in all, pretty good! It is so fun to meet my district in person and without cameras. Everyone is super nice! I always leave class smiling. It's very strange to hear some of the lore these elders drop. One moment you are sitting and listening to a sister talk about how scary clowns are, and another elder tells us he once had a gun pulled on him by a clown. They may look all put together, but the elders had some really wild lives before they were set apart to be missionaries.

The schedule here is pretty tight, so we don't have much time to explore the grounds, which is probably for the best since the elders (and Sister Taylor) are prone to jumping fences... Anyways, I am really happy with all the teachers and how spiritual this week has been! I am learning so much about the gospel and how to better serve the people in Mongolia. It's definitely a morale boost to know that the sisters and Elder I am serving with are going through the same language and separation struggles as me. The one thing that has been really difficult (Get ready to hear my tiny violin) is hearing about how people grew up with their friends and how they got to stay in the same place their whole lives.

Record scratches to a halt (outside narration that may or may not sound like Morgan Freeman)

"But Sister Vestel, you're a military child, you got to move all over the world and have cool life experiences."

Okay, and? I can still be sad about things I never got to experience, such as having a childhood best friend and having birthday parties in the same house growing up. Anyways, it's just been a tad hard. But whatever, I'm an adult now, I'll get over it. (I smash the tiny violin) (no more violins from here on out)

Moving on. The food here is meh. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I mean, it's free, but meh. Kind of like the BYU Cannon Center but slightly better (my BYU peeps will know). I am still grateful to all the hands that farmed, processed, and prepared my food!

This week's classes have been longer and more tiresome than normal, the language is really starting to make sense but I wish we had more time before full immersion starts, which is Friday. On Friday, as we stroll into class, we will be greeted with really confusing and stressful Mongolian. With absolutely no English. Yayyy. I got to see my parents and my grandparents on Facebook Messenger today and I am happy to see they are all doing well. Seeing their faces was exactly what I needed with my exhausting schedule.

Anyways, I really don't have anything else to say. So, God be with you till we meet again.

Sister Vestel