WEEK 44 - Robbed

Robbed of what exactly? Robbed of everything we could possibly imagine. We keep our equipment in our apartment, simply because there isn’t a better place to keep it all, and as we entered the place we’ve called home for the past four(ish) months, these were our exact thoughts. Everything was thrown all over the ground, our tables had been taken, our bunk beds as well, and we were on our knees. Only to realize that Elder Christiansen (a senior missionary) had told us he was going to come repossess our tables and bunk beds because we were the only people who lived in the apartment and didn’t need three extra beds and four extra tables. I filmed like four ads this week and I wanted to kill myself. Never catch me making commercials or ads for anyone ever again, including the Church. Two of the ads were with members. One with my Abuelito Cubano who gifted me a personalized tie pin and another with a member in Katy who knew Barret and Ashley Schoenrock because they literally lived in Ashley’...