T-minus One week.

One week. 

O n e w e e k. 

Seven days. 

How weird is this.

 I hung out with my friends aka got like seven doors slammed in my face today. 

"Who is it?" 

"Oh no. No. No. No. No. No." 

It's already too easy to become discouraged. 

 Missionary work is difficult. 

and it hasn't even officially started yet. 

It seems like every spare moment I have, I'm with the missionaries. 

I love it though, 

and I love these elders, 

they've taught me so much. 

One week.