August 17, 2020
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As of today, I have been living in Georgia for a full year. That's absolutely crazy because it does not feel like that could be the case. The week has been good. We are largely done moving everything out of the Rustavi apartment. We still need to clean some things up, so we'll likely go back down in a week or two. I've only ever driven through Rustavi when going on an out-of-town trip. Rustavi is spoken of so highly by everyone that serves there, so I'm glad I've finally spent some time there. Elder Springer was really in his element. He may have only spent 6 weeks there, but Rustavi is his place. It was cute to watch.
Something that I thought about this week was the context of my mission. Obviously, I didn't expect anything that has happened in the last five months to happen. To be honest, the same goes for much of the seven months before that. The interesting thing is that none of them has felt extremely out of place. Even at the moment, much of it seems like it was meant to happen this way, which is of course was. The crazy landmarks (everybody leaving in March, the first night with only us and Sister Mafi, etc.) are exceptions to be sure. Those moments were too strange to feel that they were meant to be. They were, but the heat-of-the-moment feelings do not confirm that fact.
As I'm sure I've said before in these emails, I've been over the Saburtalo Area for my entire mission. There are two metro lines in the city. The mainline and the Saburtalo line. Tbilisi is pretty much two straight lines of land, and Saburtalo is a perpendicular strip of land that is about half the length of the first one. I've spent so much time on the Saburtalo line during my first seven months here and I haven't been back for the past five. I'm writing today's email from Lisi Lake which is just north of Saburtalo. It's good to be back. The weather is just fantastic! August is typically the hottest month and about 90-100°F, but right now it's about 60. Absolutely wonderful.
As long as I'm telling you about unimportant details of the day, I'll tell you all that I got a haircut. Some of you may know that my first haircut ever not done by my mother was in the MTC. No, not at college. In the MTC. The first haircut I paid for, cost 5 lari (which is about $2 US dollars). Every subsequent haircut has been the same. Over the past five months, I've had two haircuts both by Elder Crapo. There's your useless story for the week.
Okey dokey. That's the week. Anyway. Goodbye.
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missionaries on apartment balcony
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