Hello. As y'all know, I got to Houston a little while ago. I think it was five days ago. But I've got to say, these past five days have been some of the craziest of my life. (thus, "dead") it's a little hard to handle.On Wednesday the 16, everyone at the MTC who was going to Houston woke up at 3:00 in the morning. We took our luggage to a bus at 4 a.m. which took us to the frontrunner which took us to SLC and there the trax took us to the airport. After waiting a few hours at the airport, we boarded the plane for Houston. I sat by a guy who was from Fiji but he had lived in L.A. for the last nineteen years working for hotels. We got to Houston at about 1:30 in the afternoon.
The mission president and his wife greeted us at the airport; they took us to a stake center in Houston and after a little orientation they had us take a nap in the chapel (which was sorely needed). After that we went to their house for dinner and more orientation. Sister Mortensen (President Mortensen's wife) had made some brisket for us that was super tasty. They explained to us that Houston is a really productive mission, but we don't just baptize, we try to improve the community a lot. I really liked that; knowing it made me feel a little more like maybe Houston really is the mission for me.