I just ate a bunch of Taco Bell, so I'm going to try to make this quick; I feel a storm brewing. #CantStopWontStop 

This week we picked up a little kid named Cyrus. He's 8, but since his parent's aren't members he'd be a convert baptism. He's a cool kid. His grandparents are members in the ward and asked us to teach him. He's on date for the 31st. I hope he makes that date so that I can go out in white before I go home. That would be killer. We walked a lot and talk to a bunch of people, but no one would keep the return appointment's, which is okay. That happens, you get used to it. You just keep going. There is someone out there, you just have to get through everyone else to get to them. I only have about 3 weeks left. That's weird to think about. You get so used to thinking that you'll be doing this thing forever, but you won't. At least not in the way that you are now. I had my exit interview with President Mullen on Monday. We talked about schooling, dating, plans, and all that fun jazz. It doesn't really feel like I'm going home soon. I just feel like I'm still moving from one meeting to the next. Maybe it'll sink in soon. I remember when I went to the MTC that being on a mission didn't sink in until I actually got to California. Maybe it will be the same for when I get home and I'm sitting down. We'll find out soon enough. 


Cody