Au Revoir,
Belgique.
This could be the
final call I ever get to you about transfers. It's weird to think that this
could be my last stop too. Yes, I'm leaving Antwerpen, as much as it reshatters
my heart, I gotta say goodbye to the city of gold and miracles. I've also gotta
say goodbye to my favorite country outside of home, and all the memories, love,
friendships, and happiness that I have had here. I will always have Belgian
pride. I'm headed back to the Netherlands to finish off it seems. Which is
really chill, I'm being honest, because there is so much to offer up
there. Tomorrow I catch a train to Den Helder in North Holland, at
the very, very top of the west.
When President called
and released me as a zone leader, he said he had a fat assignment for me. Haha
and all I said was: President, hit me with your best shot. The only 2 words I
got back were Den Helder. Hahaha I had to confirm twice that he wasn't joking,
and I'm indeed headed up to Den Helder. My whole mission all I've known of Den
Helder is that is has been open, closed, open closed, and is really the armpit
of the mission. Haha so my initial reaction was: great, I'm the victim headed
there. BUT I'm honestly pretty excited for it. Give me the armpit. Heck give me
a sweaty, hairy armpit. My mission has taught me that everything in life is
exactly how you take it. Good, bad, sweaty, or hairy. I would tell you if I
wasn't looking of forward to it, and I am. Definitely not my first choice or
second or even tenth, but it should be good. I get a chill young companion too
so I'm excited to have fun and work hard.
IN OTHER NEWS. We went
to Gent and Amsterdam this past week. You see, that's the beauty of Europe,
especially on a mission. Get in the car or the train, take an hour or 2 and
BOOM Amsterdam or BOOM Brussels or even BOOM Paris. Just kidding haven't been
there. But we had some awesome weather and chill days this week in Gent and
Amsterdam. Den Helder is in the Amsterdam district too so I will be all over
Amsterdam for these few 3 months. King's Day is Wednesday too, the
crazy orange holiday where everyone takes to the streets. Basically Carnival
for Holland. And we will all be in Amsterdam. It even made it on snapchat last
year. So what I'm really trying to say is, keep your eyes peeled for a black
tag and Book of Mormon on snapchat my friends.
I was super
sick on Thursday and thought I was going to explode from a head cold,
but I just went to bed early and healed enough to survive the next day. The
Lord blesses the weak. Fun fact, if you truly cared about my wellbeing. If not,
why are you reading this?
I'm determined to take
my French learning endeavors to the wastes of North Holland with me. I learned
a bit from Nadia last night and from members and reading juice bottles, so I'm
getting there. C'est pourquoi. Pretty sure that means And it came to pass.
Don't ask me how I know that one.
I've got a lot of
blessings to count though. North Holland in Mei and June. I will probably labor
in a few tulip fields for service. No big. Hartstikke Nederland’s.
There will be
adventures to come, I know.
As long as you let
them happen.
Voor het laatste en
wel pijnlijke keer uit geliefde Vlaanderen,
Elder Trevan Scott
Reese
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