He Said: We Meet Again

(A continuation of He Said: First Impressions)

I was happy to have met Sister Worth in Chelmsford, but glad to spend some time away from her since she was quite domineering. She went to the center of London, and I was sent to the West part of London. I would see her every once in a while when I went to the mission office on P-day. Two months passed, and my companion got a call to train a new missionary, so I knew I would be moving. I was hoping to move closer to the center of London where the action was. ("Action" did not mean being near Sister Worth; I didn't really think about being in the same area as her.)

I got the call the night before moves and found out I was moving right into the center of London. I was so excited. I would be with a new companion who I was already good friends with, and we were really excited. I was also moving into a 4-man flat with the president's assistants, which guaranteed immediate access to mission gossip. My new companion told me that Sister Worth was moving out of the area, to the middle of nowhere. I guess I thought it would have been cool to be in the same area, but I wasn't too disappointed. My situation couldn't have been better, and I went to bed on a high.

The next morning I got a call from Sister Worth asking if I wanted to meet her and her companion to go travel to our new area together. I said, "I heard you were moving out of our area." She said, "Oh, I guess you didn't hear the news yet." She said it in this sort of way that bothered me: Either she was lying and trying to make me mad, or she really did know something and was very proud of that fact. I hung up and called my new companion. He actually sounded upset on the phone. He confirmed that the mission president had changed his mind at the last minute and was sending me to the middle of nowhere with a different companion. My heart sank. It was like I had opened an amazing Christmas present only to find out that "Santa" had accidentally put the wrong name on the package.

I called Sister Worth back, and she still had the same smug tone in her voice like, "I told you so." We decided on a place to meet and made our way to the new area. It was in Cambridge, where the university is, and turned out to be pretty cool. We worked in that area for 3 months and got to be better friends. She left before I did, and I was actually sad to see her go.

I was transferred to a new area the next month, and Sister Worth finished her mission a month after that. We decided to write to each other. I wasn't sure if anything would come of this, but I knew it couldn't hurt to get more letters. We quickly developed a strong friendship. I said much more than I normally would since it was in writing rather than in person. Looking back, I regret documenting that stuff because it is now used against me on a regular basis. I hate reading mushy stuff I wrote.

Nancy and my mom got into contact with each other and tried to surprise me by planning a trip for Nancy to be at my homecoming. My mom couldn't hold the secret, and I found out. We saw each other the day after I got back and even had a smooch or two.

I was checking my journal today to make sure I got the story somewhat straight, and I was reading about my disappointment on that day I when found out I was moving to Cambridge instead of the center of London. I wrote in my journal, "I'm pretty sad, but it must be for a reason." Apparently it was.

P.S. Here's a picture of the last time we saw each other on our mission. This was after we left Cambridge; we were at a Mission Temple Trip. Nancy probably felt guilty having her picture taken next to an elder.
Tune in to He Said, She Said next week for the Conclusion of Our Story, and find out why Nancy was found roaming around, begging for quarters on the streets of the Jersey Shore.