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10:10 PM


Iの運で短てぇる」
Oh, awkward. If i accidentally said something naughty up there and you can read Japanese, my sincerest apologies. I assure you it was a mistake. I think it's all just gibberish. So don't look into it and think I'm more skilled than I actually am.
I now understand the true meaning of deja vu. I left the MTC just one week ago and am now pretty well immersed into the Japanese language and culture. I literally feel like I was in Tahiti just yesterday. Everything is reminiscent of my former life out there in the South Pacific. Three hours of church in another language is still three hours of church in another language. I don't like it any more here than I did there. I'm being real, here. Everytime a kind member with an adorable baby comes up to me and comments on how tired I look, three similar Tahiti experiences come to mind. When I follow my companions around like a lost puppy, I remember the time that I was in Moorea with Sister Teuira and Sister Sinjoux on a mini-mission - pretending to know what was going on while they preached the gospel. At New Missionary Orientation, I remember the good ol' days where my lovely mother would make breakfast for the missionaries and then would start preparing for four more dinners. When i see President Gustafson talking to his assistants about transfer-logistics, I remember every day of my life with my own father as Mission President. But you aren't reading this to hear about Tahiti, I suppose.
Yes, by the way, that wasn't a typo. I have two companions. They are both Japanese and warm and kind and loving. Sister Hinode is from Miyagi, Japan and Sister Watanabe is from Kyoto, Japan. They both speak a little bit of English but they are very eager to learn and both can say pretty killer English prayers. They're great and I'm learning a lot from them.
Last Thursday morning, I took a bullet train way up to Hiroshima to serve in the Hatsukaichi ward. It's really beautiful up here and the ward is so awesome. There's a lot of member help in the missionary work which is a great blessing. I got to meet the Stake President on Sunday, and right when he walked in he said, "Sumisu Shimai?" just guessing that, as a foreigner, my name would be Smith. #smithprobs #storyofmylife It was quite funny.
The worst thing that has happened (and also the most embarrassing) was that I accidentally left my wallet at the mission home. So I have had no money for the past week and I have not been able to buy a bike yet. I'm not quite sure when I'm getting my wallet back... but apparently I'll be getting it sometime. I have faith, or whatever. But luckily I've been able to borrow a members bike to go out and dendo.
(dendo means "mission" or "missionary work," bee tee dubs).
Random things:
-We visited a man in the hospital, and I saw the movie "Pearl Harbor" in his stack of movies to watch. I laughed at the irony.
-There are 7elevens here.
-When Japanese people are sick, they wear a mask.
-I definitely can't read kanji.
-I do well enough in one on one conversations, but big meetings such as church are a murderous.
-The weather is pretty decent.
-I FRICKIN LOVE JAPANESE FOOD. I knew I would be happy here when my companions brought out sushi for breakfast.
-Riding a bike in a skirt just sucks.
I haven't had a chance to teach any lessons yet, but we have appointments lined up this week. Hopefully I'll have a better story to tell next P-Day. Until then, I love you all, send me letters, and I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving!
-Sumisu Shimai

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