Hello from America! This is my final email. I’ve been back
from Japan for a week now but, I wanted to send out one last email.
Here’s what my final week in Japan consisted of:
On Monday we received transfer calls. I was, to everyone’s
great shock, transferring back to New York haha. Kubota shimai gets to stay in
Kumagaya though. Yay! It is staying open! And I’m sure her and her new companion
are going to see many, many miracles this transfer. Oh, I did write about Monday
already…Ill add some pictures from the English Garden we went to with Takahashi
San.
Tuesday was basically a run errands day. I had to get my suitcases sent off, sister Kubota wanted pieces from my bicycle so we asked the Elders to switch them over for us and then there was lots and lots of calling! We had to tell everyone about transfers and that Kumagaya sisters was staying open. Everyone was so happy.
That evening we went and visited the Kubotas one last time.
Sister Kubota (not my companion) was really struggling with some concerns she
had, actually we came with a little message planned and as we were sharing it I
just felt like we needed to ask her what was wrong. It reminded me of almost a
year and a half ago, where in the MTC, I felt the exact same thing during a
lesson. So, I waited till my companion finished sharing her thought and then
asked Sister Kubota what was wrong. She told us and so we had a special moment
where we got to really teach to her needs. Well, kind of..there wasn’t an easy
fix solution for her problem but we shared Helaman 5:12 with her and promised
when she relies on Christ to help, he will and we can get through anything.
That evening we tried to visit one of her friends from an
old area, no luck. But, on our way back we got to talk to this really funny old
lady. She kept saying she was gonna leave, oh and the whole reason she stopped
us in the first place was because we were beautiful. My favorite moment was
when she would tell us numbers. She would hold fingers up to go along with the
numbers BUT her fingers never matched what she said. Sooo funny. Then we
finally said good-bye to her and headed to dinner, got yummy hamburgers and
then we headed off to eikaiwa in the city. That was fun too.
That evening we had our final dinner at the mission home,
had the opportunity to share our testimonies with the other returning
missionaries and then it was off to bed! The next day we had breakfast and then
before I knew it I was on a plane heading back to America. We landed in
Georgia. Talk about culture shock, everything was so big, and everyone was so
loud and rude. I was reading to hop back on the next plane to Japan.
Some funny things Ive noticed/ experienced since coming home:
1.
Everything here is either too sweet or too
salty..blah!
2.
The ceilings are much farther away from my head
3.
Some things are just easier to eat with
chopsticks
4.
Everything is so loud!
5.
When we were leaving the airport I had this
frightening moment of “Daddy you are driving on the wrong side of the road!”
6.
At church while in the bathroom someone walked
in and I nodded to them..we don’t nod at people in America.
And LARGE has a whole new meaning in America!!
I ordered a large smoothie at the airport without even thinking what size it would end up being!
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I can’t say it’s good to be home...I haven’t decided yet!
But I can say that I am soo grateful for the last year and a half of my life.
It was the farthest things from easy but I don’t think I would’ve learned or
grown or changed in the ways I have if it had been. I love japan. I love their
culture. I love the people. They are so busy trying to become westernized but I
think we could learn a lot from them. They are kind and sweet and are willing
to do just about anything for a stranger. They have a rich culture and beautiful
beliefs. It became home and I am going to miss it so much. But, I’m very grateful for the time I did get
there. I’m grateful that I was able to share what makes me happy and was able
to watch it bring happiness to others. God is our heavenly father and he loves
us. Each of us. It doesn’t matter who we are or where we are from. And I’ve
been able to see and experience that for myself. The gospel is for each of us. Doesn’t
matter who we are. And The gospel brings us happiness. Im happy because of it. And
while I may not be a missionary any more I wont ever stop sharing what makes me
happy.
I love you all! Thank you for following me on my year and a
half adventure. Hope to see you soon!
Love, Kirstin