Life in the West Indies Mission is like dominos falling over!
Two weeks ago, Elder and Sister Benn were transferred to serve in Rosignol and Bushlot (Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday) . . . and in the Georgetown mission office (Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday). Then, Elder and Sister Summers arrived from Washington State and President and Sister Ricks went home - so we had to move . . . but after four months in Trinidad and four months in the mission office apartment, we are now officially and finally PEF, ERS and YSA missionaries.
Our new apartment is the lower flat "fortress" which, until September 1, was occupied by President and Sister Ricks. It is MUCH smaller than the office apartment where we had two big bedrooms and two nice bathrooms. Now we have only one bedroom with a bathroom the size of a telephone booth . . . but we have a bigger TV (not that there is anything to watch or time to watch it) and a better A/C unit so it is much cooler.
Our two big desks in the office apartment have now been replaced by one big desk and the kitchen table . . . but our refrigerator and freezer are about 30% larger (room for ice cream if we can find it). My dog "Killer" is now an unnamed tabby cat. Trekker's new playmate alternates between our apartment and Elder and Sister Angus' upstairs flat to be fed by both couples (see him in the foreground welcoming us home).
Both of these moves have been hard since I tend to "settle in" or "nest" and I have been in my comfort zone with a little bit of office work mixed in with all the other things we have been doing . . . but, change, in the West Indies Mission, is as certain as the sun coming up at 6:30 a.m. and setting at 6:30 p.m. - so, its probably safe to assume, this may not be the last move or the last change!
2 comments:
Wow! The barbed wire is so inviting!
That's a lot of moving for a senior couple and very unusual.
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