This week was probably the worst so far on my mission. Not only did it begin with my lingering cold (obviously caused by showering while tired), President called on Tuesday morning. After only a few hours of packing and tears, I was driven to my new area in Laoag. I left eight investigators and a double wedding that will all occur in the soon future. I left Sister Mafi with an area and people she does not know. I was devastated.
The first days in Laoag were extremely difficult. Our area is big and sister missionaries have been serving here since the Fall of Adam. Being in a new area is always hard; I did not know a soul or the geography. Proselyting was hard and I was lonely. On the first day, Sister Hansen and I looked over the riverside. I felt as though I could almost touch San Nic. But later, the Lord sent me a tender mercy as Macmac and Bryan Agustin rode by. Sister Hansen and I joked that in less than 24 hours, the people in San Nic located me and hunted me down.