109 days out

When you wait for a mission call, it feels like it will never come. It becomes one of those things that is so close but so very far away, and you itch for it like you've never itched before. You count down the days until it'll come, then the hours, and you don't really ever get to counting down the minutes, because at that point people start coming over to your house and a sort of frenzy begins. The moment you open your mission call is probably the most explosive moment you'll ever experience. I really can't fully explain to you how perfect and whole I felt when I read, "Germany Berlin Mission." It's something I'll never experience again.

My mom was born and raised in southern Germany. My dad was called to serve in the Germany Munich Mission, and that's how my parents met. Two of my uncle's served in Germany, my Opa served in the Frankfurt Temple mission, and half of my mom's family still lives there. To say that I was called to Germany for a reason would be an understatement. I realized this week that I was called to Germany the same day my dad was called to Germany over thirty years ago; but, in reality, it was even before that. I was always supposed to go to Berlin. That's one of the hardest parts about waiting to find out where you're going... You were always meant to go there, but you just have no idea. And then you know. And it's perfect.

So here I am, 109 days from my MTC report date, going to school in Logan, Utah, trying to spend as much time as possible with my best friends, writing my Elder in Japan, and doing as much as I can to prepare for the best 18 months I will ever know. This is where I will be posting before I go into the MTC and where my mom will post for the next year and a half after that.

Liebe,
deine Bianca