Hello there, it's been a while since I have updated, and I apologize for that. I wish I could tell you it was because I won the lottery and I was on a cruise to Alaska, but I can't.Last week Roomie and I got home from work/grocery store and we noticed some guys sitting in a maroon car in the apartment complex parking lot. I immediately turned to Roomie and made a joke that they were missionaries coming to find me... he laughed as we got our bags of groceries together.
I looked up and noticed that they WERE missionaries. Yep! White shirts, black name tags, and Books of Mormon under one arm. We sat and watched where they went, and they went to my building... up my staircase... and waited right next to my door.
Roomie was surprised, and he asked me what I wanted to do. He knows that turning away missionaries is one of my least favorite things to do... They are 19 year old boys who leave home for 2 years and preach about their church. I feel bad for them, because they are taught from the time they are fetuses that they are not a good person until they complete this mission. Many of these kids (yes, I know they are adults, but they usually leave right out of high school and it's their first time away from home...) are homesick, hungry, thirsty, and just want a warm place to sit down and relax. I hate disappointing people, and when you turn away a missionary, they take it personally. I got over that real quick.
Roomie and I were walking up the stairs to where they were, and they quickly moved out of our way so we could get through with our bags. I smiled and said, "Thanks!" and we quickly went in the apartment and closed the door. As we were doing this, I caught a glance off of one of the missionaries... he looked surprised.
I told Roomie that they were probably shocked that a woman and a man were living in the same home together before they are married. They must have assumed we were living in sin and left.
I am still waiting for them to come back...
Sydney