Today, apparently, is Labor Day. Aren't you all so proud of me for knowing that? Actually, I'm not going to lie, I only know that because we had two new missionaries (no sisters until November, siiiiiigh) fly in on Saturday, and they can't get into the consulate today because it's closed. Huh. Who knew that consulates actually celebrated the holidays? In any case, happy Labor Day everyone. I hope you're all prepared for school to start tomorrow.
And, for the record, I am officially homeless no longer. I never was to begin with of course, but that is entirely beside the point. President decided that it would be easier to find an apartment in some other missionaries' area in Vlad, and so we moved back into the same apartment that we had before we left. This means that I've had a grand total of two areas on my mission. Hooray! I don't know if I can actually call it the same apartment though, because when we got in late Tuesday night I didn't even recognize it. The floors were filthy, it smelled funny, and there was junk all over the place. The best part though, was that there was a huge swarm of fruit flies in the kitchen (some of them stuck to the strips of fly tape which was strung up like christmas decorations all around the room) and a little note that said, "Dear Sisters: Sorry about the flies... We don't know where they're coming from." Which had been signed by the elders, presumably before they abandonded ship earlier that day. I was too tired to bother with them, and the elders swore that the sheets were clean, so I went to bed. The next day we decided it wouldn't hurt to spend some time getting things back in order, or at least trying to discover the source of all the flies, so we spent a couple of hours scrubbing and gathering things to be thrown out. Around mid-morning ish Sister Tolmachova discovered the source of all the flies when she opened a cupboard that had been blocked by bottles of emergency water. I'm assuming that at some point the bag that she pulled out had contained perfectly normal ordinary vegetables. After a couple of months in a blocked-off cupboard though, they had turned into something completely unrecognizable which was oozing brown goo. Ick. Needless to say, we didn't spend much time examining it. The funny thing is though, that once we got rid of the vegetables and all the other trash lying around, both the funny smell AND the flies just disappeared. How on earth could that have happened? Basically what I'm saying here is that I will never ever ever loan my apartment to a pair of elders again. Like really, never again.
In any case, I tried writing to President today and the computer ate my letter, so I suppose I'd better get going and write him another one. Enjoy your week (especially the fact that it's fall!), and try not to get into too much trouble.
I love you all,
Sister Read
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