i was wearing the skirt my mom gave me from back in the '80's. houndstooth. black and white. perfection.
i walked into the clerk's office and leaned over to where the bishop was signing in to the missionary reccomendation center...
and there is was. my name. under the "mission call sent" column. october 23rd. the friday after they assigned me, it was in the mail. my heart did a back hand spring. my smile was seen from miles away. my excitment oozed from my fingers as they balled into fists of victory!
i'm leaving soon, and i don't know where i'm going...but i will.
oh, i will.
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