Things are alright I guess, my comp is sick so we stayed in house for 3 days this week and our numbers reflect it in a very big way. I realize now the real worth of the time as a missionary.

I almost forgot about Thanksgiving until one of the elders in my district called and asked if we could do Thanksgiving dinner. We are getting super close to the 2nd to last call. It scares me. I don't want to come home, not cause I don't love you or miss you but because I love the mission. Nothing in my life has meant as much to me as this. You know all the stuff I've done, scored a goal in a varsity and a JV game in hockey, been in madrigals, been in a few musicals, been in YASE as a lead, been in Cadence at Snow College. I've been involved in a lot of "big time" stuff, but nothing has or I think will mean as much to me as this last year and a half has meant to me. I don't want it to end. All good things come to an end, but I just don't want it to.

Don't worry about the backpack, I have already arranged to have a new one by Wednesday. Sister Quartino has a really cool bag and said that she would give it to me, so I'll send a picture of my new bag next week. It's a super cool backpack.

I love ya tons and I miss you. Talk to you soon.

Love, Elder Brown