"You're a tiny furnace, and I'm the coal you're burning."

This week was kind of a weird one. We got transfer calls on Saturday night. Since Waldron and I have been in the area for the same amount of times, it could have gone either way, with him leaving or me. But we're staying together for another six weeks. Which leaves kind of a sticky situation. They could leave one of us for a 5 transfer, totaling 7 1/2 months in one area (been there with Woodcrest) or doubling us out. What ever works out, I guess. I like Wildomar, it's a great ward and I've made tons of friends. I've been finding myself wanting solidarity more and more. I've found that on a mission you go through phases. You start off loving it because it's interesting, you've never done anything like it and you're constantly in a new environment. And then it starts to get old. You get tired of living out of a suitcase. You start disliking the things that were interesting, like meeting new people, because at that point it's just another thing that you have to remember. You kind of become disillusioned. You think, "this is not what I thought it'd be" and how could it? It's such a vastly vague work that it boils down to "go out and work, here's some tips, but in the end, it's all you, man." Then you come to accept it. And that's the surprising/scary part. It's surprising because you think, "hey, I can do this. It's fine now. Not perfect, but manageable." And the scary side of that is that that same principal can be applied to a dead end job, or a relationship that you hate. You think, "Eh. This isn't ideal, but I can do it, and it kind of pays the bills. I'll hang in there. Maybe it'll get better." But it doesn't get better, just bitter. I guess one of the things that my mission has taught me, is be accepting of your circumstances, but not final of them. 
Doesn't that make sense? Or am I jaded?

"I know we're hard pressed to find some common ground, but I won't let this world wipe me out."

Oh, I guess they made me a District Leader. Whatevs.