Dear Mom,
There are two things that happen the last week of the transfer with the extra two days of work without rest - my hair gets really long, and events are so numerous that my email is inevitably also, very long. Don't worry mom, I already got a haircut. Let the races begin.



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See. Haha. |
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Eating at Hungry Haven after. |
And the next day was... Thanksgiving! Or for us, any other normal day of work. I actually had such a great opportunity to go on exchanges and work in Meycuayan, Bulacan for the day. I wouldn't have wanted to spend my Thanksgiving any other way. I got to work with one of our zone leaders, Elder Magno, and our missionary who is waiting for his visa (who actually just left today) to Guam, as well as Sister Conje, a friend I've had in the stake. The day couldn't have been anymore fun. For dinner, we were able to get together with Elder Posadas and Elder Hawkins at the apartment, ordered some food, and had a simple Thanksgiving dinner with a chicken instead of turkey. We told the Thanksgiving story and all went around saying what we were thankful for.

Afterwards, we were able to see the jerseys that were made for the zone. Funny story actually. Elder Posadas picked his number before me, but since his number was taken, he picked seven, because his birthday is the seventh of December, but also because he knew my favorite number is seven. So when it was my turn to pick, I was ready to smack him for picking my number! Haha. So we resolved and decided to just get the same number - bfffs.
The rest of the week... well was pretty sad. I got the feeling I was transferring about a week ago, so I started packing and saying bye starting on Friday. It was lots of lasts. On Sunday, everyone wanted to work with us, including our most recent converts - the three new members of the youth program.
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Our newest convert working with us for the first time - Sister Analyn. |
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Playing games with the Belista family - John, that crazy kid, was one of our converts here as well. |
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Look familiar mommy? |

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THAT is what we were preparing to make. We finished one haha. |
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Elder Jolley teaching the Belista family "Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree" |
Tuesday - I'll tell you a funny story that happened on Tuesday real quick. First, I'll tell you that, while my companion was being a retard, I ran into a car that day. Second, Elder Jolley made a funny haha. We were teaching about Joseph Smith, and Elder Jolley had been working to memorize James 1:5 in Tagalog. This is how it should come out:
Ngunit kung nagkukulang ng karunungan ang sinuman sa inyo ay humingi sa Diyos na nagbibigay ng sagana sa lahat at hindi nanunumba't, at ito'y ibibigay sa kanya.
This is what Elder Jolley said:
Ngunit kung nagkukulang ng karunungan ang sinuman sa inyo ay humingi sa Diyos na nagbibigay ng manzanas sa lahat at hindi nanunumba't, at ito'y ibibigay sa kanya.
Here's the difference for you two non-Tagalog speakers - the first means that God gives to men liberally. The second means that God gives to men apples. Oh man haha.
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I love this family. Luisa always seems to find a way to jump on my back right before we leave. |
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This was our last dinner with the Corpuz Family - me, Brother Corpuz, and Benjo. |
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I saw this in a trike yesterday! |
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Our last dinner with the Santos Family last night. |

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Literally: Stay Elder Posadas because you have a cute mole - inside joke :). |
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This is another funny inside joke. Literally: Stay Elder Corpuz because your boyfriend still needs you. Boyfriend? Yeah - gossip holds it that me and Elder Posadas were magka-boyfriend! |
And all was said and done. The verdict - somewhat painful. Elder Posadas will be transferring. Elder Corpuz will be transferring. And the shocker, my companion, Elder Jolley, will also be transferring. Our area, Marulas, will be white-washed for the second time, and pulled-out. When I came in, it was a "pull-in" where my companion and I were both brand new, and now it's happening again. The news was hard, and you know me with goodbyes - tears on top of tears on top of tears. Hugs and handshakes all around were really difficult earlier, especially when Sister Drio started crying and me and Elder Posadas gave each other our last hug. It's life though - but there's a beauty to it that I feel I've learned this past week.
After a recap, and a look back at this transfer - possibly even my life - I've come to a conclusion this past week. This past week has been difficult. I think pretty much since last Thursday, I've either not been able to sleep, or fallen asleep suffocating in tears anticipating the transfer announcement and my eventual, removal from the area. Goodbyes. Hard goodbyes. Hard goodbyes to a zone, area, and people that I have grown to love - if not some of the best people I've met my whole mission, and even my whole life. I've thought to myself, why it's necessary and why it's so hard. Why is it so hard to say goodbye to people you love? Why does it hurt so much? Why is this something that always inevitably happens in this life?
It happens, because we let it. It happens because we refuse to see.

Life is hard, but with God it's do-able. And it's not just do-able. It's fulfilling.
My goodness, goodbyes will be hard today, tomorrow, and forever - and I will probably always cry. But for now, I'm okay with that. Crying to me is okay, because I know that that's just how much I put into the work here. It's a way for me to say that I didn't hold back. And the best part is knowing that goodbye's aren't permanent. Because with the gospel in our lives, there are no goodbyes. As Elder Posadas' father said in his letter to me, "Friends can be eternal." I know that's true, as long as we do our best to be our best.

Wish me luck.
Love,
Elder Corpuz