24 July 2016

Two years ago...

Two years ago, my time in Sweden ended.  Those eighteen months were difficult, but I met so many wonderful people there and I learned so much more about myself.  I recognized my ability to love and the consequences of my newfound anxiety.  I grew bolder and learned that sometimes I am allowed to have fun even during those serious moments.  My love of writing continued and I fell in love with a beautiful country.

I had the opportunity to see many lives change, including my own.  I grew a greater appreciation of the world from teaching others (if you're curious, I have a list of where individuals I thought were from here).  I worked hard when everything was telling to stop.  I pushed through to the end and I will never regret having the opportunity to live in Sweden.

Jag saknar Sverige.  Jag vet det var för bara en kort tid, men det ändrade mig för alltid.  Alltid in hjärtat. Jag hoppas jag kan besöka snart!

This was from the reunion in October 2014

Countries represented

This is a list of countries represented by lessons.  For one to qualify, I had to teach a full-fledge lesson (so not just a street contact or meeting them at church).  They are not listed in any particular order.  The names on this list stand for so much more than just a number.

1. Sweden
2. Denmark
3. Finland
4. Norway
5. England
6. United States
7. Afganistan
8. Iran
9. Iraq
10. Pakistan
11. Israel
12. Spain
13. France
14. Germany
15. Austria
16. Italy
17. Bulgaria
18. Macedonia
19. Serbia
20. Croatia
21. Hungary
22. Romania
23. Poland
24. Russia
25. Turkey
26. Portugal
27. Lebanon
28. Syria
29. Jordan
30. Azerbaijan
31. Kazakhstan
32. China
33. Vietnam
34. Morocco
35. Algeria
36. Niger
37. Sudan
38. Eritrea
39. Ethiopia
40. Somalia
41. Senegal
42. Gambia
43. Sierra Leone
44. Liberia
45. Ghana
46. Nigeria
47. Cameroon
48. Congo
49. Democratic Republic of Congo
50. Uganda
51. Kenya
52. Tanzania
53. Zambia
54. Angola
55. Canada
56. Mexico
57. El Salvador
58. Guyana
59. Peru
60. Brazil
61. Bolivia
62. Chile
63. Argentina
64. Cuba
65. Iceland

21 July 2016

Jönköping - my final resting place

Noted: In mission lingo we you leave the mission it's referred to as "dying" and your last companion/partner "kills" you off.

Gorgeous, beautiful Jönköping!  I can easily see myself living in this wonderful place.  I was only here a short four weeks, but they immensely changed my life.


Kjanela (Syster Fawcett) and I moved into the just vacated couples' apartment in Jönköping... which was pretty dang nice.  Even had a piano in it :-)

Yes I totally took this from the bus haha but you never know
when you need to go on a magic carpet ride!
That first night there we had dinner with Alex where I was properly introduced to him.  We also got to meet with Helen (who I met on exchanges before) and Rikki that first night.

My second day there we traveled to Gislaved which is a cute town that's a ways out from Jönköping by bus.  We had quite a few lessons that day which was very nice.   This lovely statute to the right was along the drive.

Kjanela and I had a blast together.  We spent a lot of time finding and trying to build the area.  We will never run out of things to talk about.

One very memorable dinner with a family was with the Rasmusson family.  All of us missionaries came this night.  They just recently had kittens so that was super cute.  We also played mafia.  During the second round I was chosen to be Mafia and I most definitely won.  I killed off everyone else, including my fellow Mafia partner.  So win through a thorough betrayal mwhahahahaha!  The excessive laughter was most definitely necessary.

We spent lots of time walking!  Which was good because we got to sharing each others novel ideas--a retelling for me and brand new for her.   During the second week there, we went up to Vista Kulle with Lasse and Nema.  I was able to get some really pretty pictures (most of the scenic pictures that you see throughout this blog entry come from that hike).

I did end up getting sick a week and a half into my time here.  Being sick as a missionary is always interesting--I had taking time away from missionary work (always feels a bit guilty to do so) especially since I had precious little time left.    We had a slightly embarrassing moment where we street contacted a member.  But she was super nice about it and invited us to teach her the lessons.  She said it was a "MTC" experience for her in preparation for the next life (she was 90 years old at the time).  After the lesson, Kjanela all but forced me to go take a nap to heal up a bit before heading out for some swingbys.  A little girl tried to hold Kjanela hostage after stealing Kjanela's water bottle.


I also had a really embarrassing moment.  We were swingby a former investigator, who was home, answered the door and invited us in.  I then asked if there was a woman home (because we can't go alone into a single's man apartment) to which I received the reply that essentially said "There is no man here. I am a woman and I am alone--is that okay?"  I instantly turned bright red when I realized my mistake.  She thankfully didn't mind too much and she invited us back again.


July 3rd was a busy day!  We traveled to Göteborg for a conference/meet-and-greet with President and Syster Beckstrand.  They seemed really nice and I was a little disappointed that I would only serving them for three weeks in the end--not able to actually get to know them that way.  I also gave my dying testimony--we have a tradition that the last zone conference of the mission, the missionary has to bear their testimony in Swedish and it was my time.  Saying goodbye is always hard, but in the end we couldn't linger since we had to sprint to the train in the pouring rain so we wouldn't miss our connecting train back to our area.  So it was kind of a shouted goodbye as I was running past haha.


4th of July! We did celebrate the holiday with the American and British families in the ward. It was a good thing that we won the American quiz (admittedly by just one point).




We went to a smaller town to drop off a wedding invitation at a member's house for someone.  She wasn't home so we were going to do some contacting and head back into Jönköping.  But we learned that the bus would take over an hour to come again, so we walked to the train station.  The train station was small enough that it had this sign, which essentially says that if you want the train to stop, turn the sign so that it signals the train.

I was thinking about the concept of love at the time.  One of my better friends in Örebro was going back to Africa even though he knew it was going to be incredibly dangerous for him to do so.  This meant that I was going to miss him when I visited Örebro at the end of the month.  I don't know why certain things happen--but I just need to do my best to learn from those experiences. My ultimate goal in life is to just be happy--I learned a lot about happiness and love while on my mission.  Love for friends, love for family.  The deep feeling of truly caring for the well-being of others and wanting to serve them.  I always have a torn desire/wish of being able to see into the future, but not wanting to know the unknown at the same time.  At this time, I had a hard time seeing past August 2014.  I just kept wondering where I would be ending up in the end: California? Utah? Elsewhere?  

Kjanela and I tried to continue to do service here and there.  We tried to "doorbell" ditch Rikki and totally failed... we were way too loud!  But it's the thought that counts?  

On the 9th--two weeks before I was headed home, Kjanela and I were making lunch before heading out for the day.    I was slicing zucchini when the knife slipped and sliced my finger.  So being the nice and clever person I am, I just quietly go to the bedroom to take care of it since I knew Kjanela wasn't particularly found of blood.  I was getting a bandaid and some medicine from the closet when I noticed that the edges of my vision were changing and I have the thought "Oh no, I'm going into shock.  I cannot go into shock." 

The next thing I knew a weird rushing feeling was going through my mind.  I was worrying about Rikki and Helen and how we needed to do something for them and it was then I realized that the rushing feeling wasn't normal and that I was lying on the floor.  It took me a few seconds longer to realize I wasn't supposed to be on the floor, that my head was really pounding, and that my finger was still bleeding.  Once I had enough control of myself, I bandaged my finer and walked back into the kitchen and sat down at the table - shaking a ridiculous amount, before I tell Kjanela, "We have a problem.  I just fainted."  

I ended up giving myself a slight concussion. The cut itself wasn't actually all that bad, like it didn't need stitches or anything.  There's just something about the sight of significant amounts of my own blood. So the next few days were interesting since I needed to recuperate... riding buses and trains were not a good idea.  We did keep our lesson with Rikki that day... which was interesting.  I just remember it was in the park and I don't remember much of it.  

It rained a lot my month there.  But lots of rain means plenty of vivid rainbows!
Actually I don't remember the weeks after my concussion particularly well---a little more on the hazy side haha.  I do remember that Swedish was particularly difficult for me at the time.  I also remember that I had absolutely no filter, so anything I thought came out of my mind, for better or for worse.  We starting preparing for a music night that would take place my last Sunday as a missionary--learning new pieces was a bit interesting for me at the time.  I started feeling significantly better a week after the incident.

My last week had a lot of piano playing/practicing.  Even had a music lesson with Rikki wear we focused on how music can influence you in your life, where I played quite a few songs.  We found out that Rikki really likes Jolly Ranchers (almost to the point where he had too many of them, so now he doesn't really like them as much anymore).

Service at the Strömbergs helping Melanie in her garden.   We helped removed some stubborn plants including a rhubarb with gigantic roots that was extremely difficult to dig up, but with all of us working on it, (both sets of sisters and elders were there) we were able to get it out.  I was just excited because I got to play with her grandson quite a bit--though we did end up losing half of my nametag in the process).

We were able to celebrate Helen's birthday.  I baked her a cake which she really enjoyed.  Rikki made sure to scare her.  We had invited Alex and the other missionaries to attend and it was a lot of fun.  It was nice to spoil Helen for a bit.

My last sunday (July 20th) I played a musical number at church with Elder Farley (again haha, him on cello with my accompanying him on the piano).  We had the musical night/recital that night and everything went incredibly well!  All of the sisters in our district (the other Jönköping sisters as well as the Borås sisters) ended up staying the night at our apartment.  We made pumpkin cookies and just talked which was nice.

The other missionaries in Jönköping gave me a funeral on Monday (July 21st)--the view from the park we were at was gorgeous!  I loved it :)

We completed all of the last minute errands we needed to do before Tuesday (since Syster Fawcett was heading up to Stockholm a day early so she could be trained on how to train new missionaries--she was going to train a new missionary as soon as I left).  We had one last lesson with Rikki which went well and ended up with me deciding officially to come back the next Saturday to Jönköping with my family.  On Tuesday, it was hard saying goodbye to Kjanela, but it helped that I knew I could see her again in a few days.

On Wednesday, I traveled up to Stockholm by myself, meeting up with the other missionaries going home.  I even got to see Camille at Stockholm central station and we made plans that my family and I would take her and her new companion out to dinner the next day.  We drove to the temple from the central station and it was a surreal experience.  So many memories of the past year and a half.  That evening we spent in the mission home with President and Syster Beckstrand.

I will forever love Jönköping and how my time there altered my life forever.  


17 July 2016

Kungsbacka Part III

I'm going to write a bit about every day as taken from my journal.  The one thing that I didn't really mention in my writing is that every night we were trying to clean out our apartment bit by bit (which steadily increased as time went on) since you could tell missionaries had been staying there for years with lots of accumulation of random things.  I also was telling the story of my book trilogy to Candace throughout our companionship.

June 12th (Thursday) - Candace and I started off our companionship with Elder Morley's birthday so we made sure to make him a cake.  We were able to meet with Saeed again and had dinner with Cindia Mattsson before finishing off the day with swingbys.

June 13th (Friday) - District meeting -> weekly planning -> swingbys.  One of those days where we actually had a girl contact us.  She had lived in the States for awhile to be on a gymnastics team was interested in meeting, but she was off to be an au pair for the next couple of months, so we just exchanged contact information.

June 14th (Saturday) - Lesson with Tomas, and a few new investigators.  One man we contacted him on the street and taught him the entire restoration... little did we know until towards the the lesson, he had recently met the elders, who had tracted into him.  He was super positive though!  We had some more positive contacting experiences, which was good, because the investigator pool was rather low.

June 15th (Sunday) - had a meeting with the elders to discuss the area with the elders after church. Had a really nice dinner with a family from the ward.  Lots of swingbys--I had a bit of a rough day honestly, but it all worked out in the end!

June 16th (Monday) - Normally this would be p-day, but because President and Syster Newell were shortly leaving for home and we had our last Zone Conference with them.  I didn't have to give my last testimony as a missionary - that would be July 3rd with a combined Zone Conference welcoming in President and Syster Beckstrand.  I couldn't help but think about everything that's happened in the last 17 months.  It was a sad but good moment - utterly bittersweet.  It felt like every goodbye I have in the mission--it is not a "goodbye forever" but rather we'll see each other again.  The Newells did a lot for me during my time in Sweden, and I am forever grateful that I was able to serve under them.  They were definitely what I needed!



June 17th (Tuesday) - Today was our p-day!  Sports was a major theme of the day.  After emailing we headed up to Göteborg and we met up with almost our entire zone to play games.  We decided on beach volleyball which was totally fun but exhausting!  During our proselyting time we ended up playing football (soccer) with the ward because a cousin of one of the missionaries was curious about the church.  She seemed to have fun-we just need to get more young women to come and play!  I felt utterly spent by the end of the day.



June 18th (Wednesday) - A lot happened today!  After waking up and attempting to effectively exercise at 6:30 (hard because of how sore we both were from the the day before) and completing our normal studies we headed out the door shortly after 10.  We were headed to an investigator who lived a three minute walk away, but along the way we contacted a woman and even through she couldn't speak Swedish or English (she was from Romania) she was still interested.  Se we ran back to our apartment to grab a Romanian Book of Mormon - took so digging, but we found one!  We were able to give it to her, because she patiently waited outside for us.

The investigator we were going to visit wasn't feeling well so we set up an appointment for the following week.  We swung by a former investigator, who said we could come back because we didn't look dangerous....  Then we headed off into the mysterious beyond (the part of Kållered I've never been to in the entire 9 weeks I've been in Kungsbacka).  We found some cute neighborhoods to work in later.  This one little kid opened the door and we quickly realized that his parents weren't home and that we should come back alter--so this kid just walks back into the house, leaving the door wide open.  We awkwardly stepped inside enough so we could secure the premises for him.  We contacted others and handed out a Book or Mormon before we headed back to have tacos for lunch.

We headed into Kungsbacka.  Just as our train pulls in we received a frantic call from the elders asking if we could give them our key to the church--they had left their key with the car keys, and their car was being serviced.  We headed to the church to let them in for their lesson.

We then ended up walking the longer way through town so that Syster Richins could see some more of the Northern part of the area and a girl contacted us because she thought we were lost.  We ended up walking and talking with her the 15 minute walk to the mall.  Super cute!  Only religious one in her family and she had just recently graduated.

We ended up tracting a couple of doors - the one that we though was a former investigator invited us to come back, even though it wasn't the same person since we were looking for a man, and she was clearly a woman.  Figured we would find out when we came back.  We found another man who had met with the missionaries before (he didn't realize that there were sister missionaries).  We found this door, which being the Zelda fan I am, I had to take a picture:
It says no advertisements - so basically asking for no junk mail.  I wish that was an option here haha
We then headed across town to meet with the Bomgrens and their friend/neighbor that the elders had contacted and referred to us.  The friend had three cute little kids all under the age of five.  We planned on going back Monday night for some service and a lesson.

We hurried to the train to Lindome so we could teach a man we had contacted the previous Monday as well as his wife.  They asked us to come back Saturdary.  We had another lesson before we went home to eat dinner.  At the end of the day we had 38 unplanned contacts, 1 member present lesson, 3 other lessons, 1 referral received, 2 referrals contacted, and 3 new investigators.

June 19th (Thursday) - Bit of a catch up day for paperwork/area book and a great dinner with some members.  Got an idea for a romantic book haha.  Found out that Elder Morley was going to transfer on Saturday, which was a little quick for a transfer (typically we have about five days notice instead of two and at least one Sunday to let the ward know).

June 20th (Friday) - Midsommar!  We went up to Utby to celebrate!  We participated in the dances around the pole and this was my first time to really celebrate since we had missed it during Örebro the previous year.  We met up with 18 other missionaries and ended up spending the entire day with the others ince it was a non-proselyting day and not one had wanted to set up an appointment with us.  After celebrations and lunch at Max Burger we went to the YSA center  - peaceful day!



June 21st (Saturday) - A lot happened this day, a bit of it rather unexpected.  We started weekly planning before heading up to Lindome for a less, which cancelled when we knocked on their door because they weren't feeling well.  We swungby a couple of people - well tried to.  One guy goes by a different name, but refused to answer by the first name listed on the ward records to it was just awkward.

After dinner we went into Kungsbacka for a lesson and to practice for a musical number that was originally supposed to be a duet between Sister Richins and Elder Morley, but had to be changed to a solo since Elder Morley was transferred. We definitely needed time to choose a new song and get things arranged before the next day.

5 minutes until 6 pm, we got a call from President Newell.  He told us that I would be transferring to Jönköping for my last 4 weeks to be with Sister Fawcett and that Sister Richins would be transferring to Västra Frölunda to be Sister Training Leaders with another sister there.  They would consequently be combining the two Kungsbacka areas into one under the the watchful eyes the elders.  The elders would be moving into our apartment. All of this would be going into effect the following Wednesday. It felt right to me, but it was definitely different than expected!

We had one last lesson with an investigator, practiced, explaining the new transfer to other missionaries and really got home, we really started prepping our apartment for the elders by thoroughly deep cleaning everything.

June 22nd (Sunday) - It was super hard telling the ward that they were losing their sister missionaries.  I know they were able to get sisters again after a few months, but it was definitely hard! Sister Richins sang "Be Still My Soul" while I played.  We had dinner with some members before turning for the night.

June 23rd (Monday) - We spent most of our p-day getting our apartment ready for the elders.  Ate lunch at my favorite little place by the Kungsbacka train station, emailed and rested a bit before heading over for the service I mentioned earlier.  We helped her clean her apartment a bit and get a little more organization back into her life (she had recently became a single parent of three children under 5 and she needed the help).

June 24th (Tuesday) - We got the apartment ready and finished packing.  The funny thing was that there was enough clothes left over from other missionaries in the apartment to fit two large suitcases and a carryon - so we basically had a third missionary's worth of belongings with us.

We started the day with some service, helping a member organize and clean out her storage from 10 to 12:30.  Headed off to the church for open hours and a meeting with the elders, where we were able to tell them about the different people we were working with in hopes our investigators would keep working with the elders even with the sudden change in missionaries.  Last lesson with Tomas and then with Saeed.

June 25th (Wednesday) - I was able to finish telling my novels to Candace a half hour before I was picked up by the Tolleys.  The Tolleys were so happy to see what we had done with the apartment and impressed that with it.  It felt good to leave it in good shape with the Elders!

Otherwise, goodbye Kungsbacka!  Hello Jönköping!

And some more pictures to round off our two weeks as companions (representing 4 different days of our 14 haha):

13 July 2016

Kungbacka - Part II


One of the best and most memorable parts of Kungsbacka: Tomas.  We went to the cemetery with him so we could double check the information for his parents.  We helped him get all set up with Familyseach so we could print off the names for his parents and he was just so happy!  We were able to get permission from President Newell to be able to travel with him down to the Copenhagen Denmark Temple for the baptisms in a couple of weeks!

The following weeks:

That week all of the missionaries in the Göteborg zone were invited (okay, asked) to put on a fireside (a devotional) about pioneers and the gospel for the youth activity. The youth were doing a trek sort of activity complete with handcarts and camping.  We met up with all of the elders at the Utby building and then made it out to the designated area a little wait.  The original plan was to have a social hour at 19 and then the fireside at 20, but once we got there, we learned that they were running over an hour late.  We eventually went out and looked for them and we found them!  We ended up starting a little before 21 instead (cutting the social time short, but making sure they were able to set up their tents).  We spoke on enduring to the end part of the Gospel and I think it went rather well!  
We also learned the importance of following the rules in the white handbook, 
specifically having someone guide the car while backing up.  The car went over a ledge and the back tires got stuck.  With the help of 10 men and 4 planks of wood, they were finally able to lift the car enough so it could move.

So that night, we did end up getting home late (which happens sometimes)--but at least we were able to walk in the door around 2230 so we didn't get to sleep too late!  

The one negative about the event - Syster Larson and I ended up having over 40 bug bites between us!  The elders ended up getting 2 or 3 a piece (if even that), maybe something about tights attracted them?   

June 2 P-day and Exchanges - we went up to Göteborg to spend time with the others and shop a little and help one of the elders pick out a pair of glasses (he wanted an opinion from someone of the female population).  He ended up buying them in the end.  At the end of p-day hours we switched with Borås.  Syster Smith came back to Kungsbacka with me--that's when we learned that one of the train companies was on strike so that explained why half of the trains had been cancelled recently and and indeterminate time in the future.  Ended up being one of those times with lots of walking and plans falling through.  We switched back the next afternoon.

That's when Syster Larson and I realized the overall ridiculousness of our travel plans for MLC the next day.  For us to be able to make it to the bus at the airport Wednesday morning, we would need to take a train at 1 in the morning from Kållered--there was literally no other option (train or bus) leaving between 1 a.m. and 5:27, which would have made us miss that airport bus.  Instead of our original plans, we did a couple of swingbys in the general area, hurried home for dinner and get ready for the next day headed back in to Göteborg/Väster Frölunda to stay the night at the sisters' apartment there (this way we would only have to leave at 420 instead of 1--a lot better).

Our Wednesday travel ended up being train, bus, plane, bus, switch buses, train and then after MLC train, bus, another bus, plane and car (we didn't end up back at our apartment until about midnight that night).  Our plane had ended up being delayed--fog and a closed runway in Stockholm adds up after awhile--we ended up waiting most of this hour on the plane.  The plane back ended up being delayed over an hour as well - but we did make it home!

This was the last MLC with President and Sister Newell before they would be leaving Sweden.  I had my last interview with him which was a bittersweet experience. He gave me a parting blessing, which is fairly ingrained in my mind.  It felt like the beginning of the end.  We also learned that Syster Larson would for sure be leaving the next week, but that we would find out where on Saturday (the day we were going to Denmark with Tomas)


The next day was Zone training and studenten - the day that the high school students graduated and are out celebrating.  We don't have anything like it here in the states, but here's a video:It's kind of crazy, but fun!

June 6th - Sweden's National Day - it was really rainy, windy, and cold and we were both feeling a bit under the weather (puns galore!)  We did some family history and ran into the elders, who took pity on us and lent us an umbrella. 

June 7 - We left early 5,27 so we could be at the train station at 630 to be picked up and drive down with the others. We drove through Malmö and the bridge on the way down to Copenhagen.  It was very nice seeing a glimpse of the city again!  I certainly loved it!  And I was grateful for the chance to be able to go to this temple again during the daytime.  The temple was wonderful and you could just see how much everything met to him. While we waited for the others to finish their session, we had some Danish kebab. Definitely tasted different from Swedish kebab--don't know if it was just the place or not, but it almost had a sweet flavor in comparison.  Not sure if I entirely liked it honestly haha.
On the way back we took the ferry and passed by Hamlet's castle (seen below).


Once we got back to Sweden and were able to turn our phone back on again, we realized that we had 2 missed calls and 56 text messages waiting for us.  Because it was Transfer Call Saturday!  We played phone tag a bit with President.  We refused to look at our text messages until we talked to him (to keep up the surprise haha). We found that Syster Larson would be transferring to Uppsala and that Syster Richins would be coming from Jönköping to be with me.  With this transfer, my MTC group of sisters would officially be the "oldest" group in the missionary--a very surreal feeling!

The next few days we went all over so that Syster Larson could say goodbye to everyone.  Transfer day, ended up being with a bunch of other missionaries coming in and out and finally got to meet up with Syster Richins at 19 that night! :D

12 July 2016

Kungsbacka Part I - STL

Blossoms from the train station in Kållered, where we lived
We had to take a train to Kungsbacka everyday
Kungsbacka was my third longest area - April 16th to June 25th (10 weeks)

I was called to serve as a Sister Training Leader in the Kungsbacka area.  In our mission, a STL was over a group of roughly 10 sisters.  We attended Missionary Leadership Council (MLC), conducted exchanges with the sisters we were over for training and learning purposes, performed trainings at Sister Training Meetings (and Zone conferences upon request) and reported the progress of the sisters to President and Sister Newell.  We were supposed to lead by example in contacting and lessons each week.  President Newell had initiated a similar sort of program before it became official as a more church wide policy, so my entire experience as a missionary had sister training leaders. You'll see this come into effect as I mention various stories.


My welcome into the area:  My first night in Kungsbacka we had dinner with Andreas and Cindia Mattsson and the elders.  First it started a little awkwardly, because the elders had told us that the time had been changed to a half hour earlier than originally planned (which was a miscommunication/misunderstanding because the dinner time was not moved up in the end).  We had to get there earlier anyway since we road the bus, and so we were standing awkwardly outside when Andreas and Cindia drove up and the elders were still awhile aways.

The absolutely first question I was asked was if I played the piano and shortly thereafter it became official that I would be playing a musical number with Cindia and Elder Morley singing with Elder Knecht (on cello) and I accompanying them the following Sunday.  We ended up performing I Believe in Christ in Swedish.

Also got to meet some more friends, including Saeed who owned a candy store and made us delicious Persian food the next day before flying off to Stockholm for my first MLC!  But at this point I was definitely sick and feeling rather miserable haha.... getting on a plane was a horrible idea!


Also plenty of exchanges while I was here, during this first month I went on exchanges with Syster Randall in Göteborg and Syster Miller in Kungsbacka, Syster Hauglid (hi Camille!) and Syster Fawcett in Jönköping with more to come!
You can hear the most random things.
I overheard this conversation on the bus between two older women:
"Is she dead yet? She should have died years ago--are we sure she's not dead yet?"

At one point we were inadvertently part of a marathon.  We were just walking back to the train station when all of a sudden all of these runners started to run by and we were just surrounded.  It was a little bit weird feeling haha.

We hiked Utby mountain with most of the zone which was super fun!  Even though it was my second time I've been in a Göteborg area, I never went to Utby the first time around (but then I was only there for 5 weeks and we weren't necessarily able to get into Göteborg every p-day)



Celebrated my second Valborg in Sweden!  (The first was back in Västerhaninge my first area) I felt it was a little more anticlimactic this time around but it was still fun to see all of the missionaries!



Also was able to go to Bohus Fortress again.  We weren't able to walk around inside like last year since it was apparently open only on weekends during the time we visited but we were still able to walk around the edge of the fortress and take some pictures.  Super green this time of year!  I always love seeing older architecture (this ended up being a busy p-day with lots of shopping).



Had my first experience with Zumba led by Cindia.  It was super fun but exhausting haha!  We also were planning a music night for Kungsbacka (I ended playing three pieces - two accompanying singers and a solo in the end, but more about that later).  But on of the best days as a missionary: May 11th aka Mother's Day!  I got to Skype home to my family for what would be the last time as a missionary before seeing them in person in July.  Those few times that you can speak with your family are so precious, definitely enjoyed it while it lasted.  Haha one of the first things they reminded me was that I only had 2 and a half months left.

The week of the 11th of May ended up being a big traveling week.  We had exchanges with the Jönköping trio (I actually went to Jönköping), then we traveled back to Kungsbacka on Tuesday, before traveling to Stockholm for MLC and then back so we could have Zone Training led by Syster Newell the next day in Göteborg.

Exchanges with Jönköping with Camille and Kjanela was fantastic!  Little did I know then that I would be transferring there is just over a month and a half to be companions with Kjanela (more on that in a future entry).  Ended up telling my book stories again haha.  Camille had been talking me up! Met Helen for the first time, heard Rikki's voice for the first time, met Alex (and made I think a somewhat poor impression on him since we were in a hurry and I wasn't particularly chatty...oops).  I thought the city was absolutely gorgeous!

I also started to write more for fun during the few free minutes we have a day.

We also had Sister Training Meeting on 22 May 2014!  Gave me a look into what it would be like to be an assistant to the president.  We were in charge of a decent portion of it and helped run tech support.  I actually like running trainings like this and teaching, so even though it was a lot of work, it still was a lot of fun!  This was my very last sister training meeting as a missionary.  With only two months left to my mission, time was running out fast.  We focused on goals and what numbers really meant.  We gave them a drawing and letter we wrote as a thank you and sign of our love.

Afterwards we learned that all of the trains back to Kungsbacka were canceled so we had to take a bus that got us there 2 hours later than planned, but we did make it!

The 24th of May (a Saturday) was an interesting day, since I was a little out of it.  I kept entering addresses incorrectly into the phone so that the GPS was taking us into drastically different places than where we were supposed to go.  And it wasn't until the middle of the day that we realized while we were contacting someone that I had put on one of Syster Larson's extra name tags!  So... we were Syster Larson and Syster Larson for the day!



10 July 2016

Malmö - Part II

Continuing with Malmö!




Syster Vaarola was my next and final companion in Malmö (February 5th to April 16th).

As happens sometimes, with the leaving of Syster Eborn it seemed like the majority of our progressing investigators just disappeared: left the country for vacation, moved, or simply stopped answering our calls.  Missionary work comes and goes like that and transfers always seem to be a time that marks change.

We had a sister training meeting up in Göteborg, where we got to meet with half of the sisters in the mission.  I love these sort of meetings because it is one of the few times that we can meet with most of the other missionaries and friends. You can see some familiar faces in the group picture to the right from the various areas I served.

Malmö had some of the hardest parts of my mission, some of which still affect me to this day and perhaps forever.

On March 3, 2014 we learned that Elder Bailey had been killed in a car accident the night before. You can read more about my thoughts at the time here and here.  This was a lot harder on me than I had expected it to be.

Shortly thereafter, the anxieties I had been dealing with cumulated into full-blown panic attacks.  The first time I ever had one was while I was in Malmö and once they started they didn't really stop.  There was a point where I was having several every day - whenever we were about to leave the apartment, whenever I tried to contact someone on the street, whenever I had to play piano in front of others, and simply whenever anything went wrong (which as a missionary, things rarely ever go exactly as planned haha).  It was absolutely terrifying.  Every time an attack came along it felt like I was drowning and it was so difficult to come up for air.  It was getting to the point where I was wondering if I could even stay in the field because it felt so debilitating for me.  Tears would just be streaming down my face as I tried to let it pass so I could regain control of my breathing again.  To just ride out each attack.  I would continue shaking and be on edge for hours afterwards, often leading me to be susceptible to further attacks.  It was definitely difficult to keep going, but I made it through this time.

The worse of it was during the month and a half before I got transferred.  Syster Vaarola was fantastic with helping me through.  I eventually was able to get to the point where every time I tried to contact someone didn't trigger an attack, but it honestly wasn't really until the middle of April.  Panic attacks and anxiety still comes and goes, but I'm no longer in a constant "anxious" state.  I might write a more in-depth article on that later on, so that could be something to look forward to.

Even so, I never failed to appreciate the beauty of Sweden.  Little things always add up to create something extraordinary.  You never know what you might find.  For instance:


Here is a little pond we found near a church and it was complete with little duck villages!  It was the cutest thing seeing these little houses.  The water features in my neighborhood remind me a bit of it, just because you can tell that the ducks love living here (as well as the many geese) - guess that's why they keep coming back!

As companions we spent a lot of time visiting and contacting all of the less-actives in our area.  The Malmö ward is one of the larger wards in Sweden with over 600 people listed on the ward rosters.  In our area alone we had about 200 people to work with if my memory serves correctly.  During my time with Syster Vaarola we were able to finish making it through most of that list, which meant that we travelled extensively to the outer reaches of the ward boundaries (we only didn't make it to a few places where it would take us over 4 hours to travel).   We got to see more of the wonderful architecture of Sweden, including this church in Svedala.


Not to say that we didn't have some fun times too!  The first time I played laser tag (not counting the at-home equipment that you could buy) was on a p-day for the birthday of a young adult in the ward.  I wasn't in last place, but I don't know if saying I was 17th out of around 20 is really all that much of a compliment in the end haha.

We also had an interesting contacting experience.  We contacted this one woman who was smoking and asked her what she thought was the meaning of life.  She said that we had asked the right person and she begins explaining how she has dealt with a lot of difficult things in her life, when this other lady with her dog (waiting to pick up a pizza) comes over and asks if she heard right that we were talking about the meaning of life. We explained that we were and the first lady continues to explain how she has found the strength to continue living each day, even among years of abuse. The original lady had to leave (we were able to give her a mormon.org card before she left) and we kept talking to the woman with the dog. She was interested in learning more, but didn't want to give us her number--but she was really happy to talk to us.

And then she lets her dog off of his leash so she could show us a couple of his tricks. He was a little skittish because there were way too many interesting things/smells on the street. But he eventually cooperated and showed us his trick of jumping through a loop that she makes with her arms.

And then this guy on a bike with a trailer comes around the corner and the dog immediately starts running and barking. The biker starts pedaling faster and the dog follows him down the street.

Syster Vaarola and I start running after the dog to help catch him--we definitely felt that it would have been our fault if something had happened to the dog. So just imagine this guy on a bike, with a trailer, a crazy barking dog, two sister missionaries in skirts and backpacks sprinting after them, and an older lady speed walking down the street.

Thankfully after rounding the corner, the dog decided to come back and we were able to catch him. We just sprinted down the one block in the end and we were glad that the dog didn't keep going. The owner was certainly grateful.  We never did see her again, but at least we were able to save her dog!

We were also able to have a little beach party on p-day with most of the zone to say goodbye to the "senior couple" of the area, the Bybees (who were returning home). Roasted marshmellows and made s'mores with digestive cookies.

We found this graffiti with the elders outside a member's apartment.  They were all really excited haha.

We also got iPhones!  These were a huge lifesaver - having GPS, Google Translate, Rasit (a Swedish online directory with everyone's addresses) and the entire Gospel Library app were such a help!  The phones were locked so we were limited to various apps that they had downloaded for us but we definitely had far more than before.  These phones were definitely well-used!

Some classic Malmö pictures of the Turning Torso - one of Malmö's more famous buildings.  It was actually in our area, so we walked by/rode on the bus by it rather often.  Some of my favorite pictures:








Ystad is this adorable town that is "classic swedish" - what we think of when we think of Sweden.  It has this adorable church in the middle of town.  We would go to Ystad at least once a week, if not more to visit with a member and a few others.  It was about an hour away from Malmö by train, but it is a beautiful ride.  During some parts of the year it's little golden, full of fields of flowers (rapeseed for oil).  I moved right before they blossomed but you can see the general idea here: on Google
Ystad
Then it was one last zone conference and on to the next area, Kungsbacka!  I ended up parring down my belongings a bit so I didn't have to have so much for the transfer (I backed my carryon and then placed it inside of one of my big suitcases so I didn't have to lug around three suitcases during the transfer).
Right when I learned I would in fact be transferred (we had interviews with President and he told me I was going to be a Sister Training Leader then)