Seventeen days to the day when we shall enter the MTC. It is often interesting to pause and remember the last year, plus a few months, when we actually decided we wanted to serve as full time missionaries. As I strive to remember every miracle to bring us to this place, it is almost impossible to count all the special events that had to happen to let us be on the door step of our dream.
We have piles of everything around this house. Piles to throw away. Piles to give to the DI. Piles to offer to our kids. Piles of things we feel we will "need" when we get back. Piles of clothing that we will be taking with us. Piles of things from years gone by that will need to be packed, thrown, or given. Piles of things that have not had a decision made on them yet. Piles and piles.
We have to go through each one to decide the ultimate destination of each pile. And those are just the piles. We still have list after list of things that need to be done. Then we have a lingering list of things that need to be purchased.
We went out yesterday still searching for the right size of luggage. We had a dear friend lend us three large suit cases. Then I found out that the way the airlines measure luggage is the dimension of all parts of the piece of luggage, even the wheels. And I found out by the airline that if we are over even by one half of an inch, we would pay a penalty of $200 per bag. So we returned those huge ones from our neighbor and are seeking slightly smaller ones.
We are unsure if we are going to be at a loss of space or weight, or size. It is an interesting dilemma. I guess we could pack all the things we have to take to see now, and then decide? Is that part of getting ready and preparing for a mission? I remember a lazy missionary packing over and over the month he was going to be going home in Mexico long ago. I guess it is the same thing?
Days keep passing and we are getting closer.
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