So, it’s over.
I spent Wednesday, Thursday and Friday in Lima getting permission to leave the country. We stayed at Hotel Yeya’s, where we usually stay. Elder Arratia was with me. We got to the immigrations office and took our put-together paperwork to the window and found out we both had “outrageous” fines for not renewing our Peruvian identification. Immigrations are always a pain for everyone involved, especially since we are the only mission in Peru without an office in our city.
Saturday my packing plans were pushed up a day because I found out I needed to be in the office all day Monday for a well-being and self-sufficiency training for missionaries leaving the mission. Due to this, my final interview was pushed up to Sunday.
It was hard to say goodbye to my Jauja branch. Interviews went well. I’ve come to love and admire President Henderson. He’s been a great president, and helped me to be satisfied with the mission and get excited for the future.
On Sunday afternoon, I said goodbye to Olinda, Maximo, and Elder Fitzgerald. There were some sniffles in the car as. Maximo and Olinda drove us to the terminal to meet the bus to Huancayo. They feel like family to me now.
Monday was the training I mentioned. It was helpful but a bit on the long side. In the afternoon, the five of us who were finishing up went to the President’s house for a really nice meal and some time to chat and enjoy each other’s company before we went our separate ways.
At about 8:30, my parents showed up and it was so good to see them. It was a little embarrassing — as I ran in my stocking feet I slipped on the hardwood floor and nearly fell.
It is hard to believe that the mission is over. It almost doesn’t seem real, and reminds me of Jacob 7:26:
the time passed away with us, and also our [mission] passed away like as it were unto us a dream