Getting Transferred

So I just got a call this morning and found out I am getting transferred to Layton. Which, from what I've heard, is basically the ghetto of Bountiful. So it'll be sweet. Kinda sucks I'm leaving. I was not expecting it, but I've been in Clinton for 6 months. So it's all good. I'll be with Elder Brown. He's from Philly. He's been out 6 months. I haven't met him yet, but I hear he's way tight and been recommended to be a SR companion some time soon, so a studly missionary. It'll be sweet.

Last Wednesday, Elder Tutt and I got a call from someone from the mission office. Our landlord called them, asked them to do a surprise inspection, and informed them he was kicking us out because of the state our room was in. The guy told us to get it back in shape. We did, and then sweet talked the landlord. We did such a good job, that we aren't getting kicked out any more :) I didn't like that room, but didn't want to be the reason missionaries didn't live there any more.

On Saturday, We got to be on a float for a parade in Clinton.

The float in front of us was throwing out candy to all the people. And the people were throwing candy back to us.

So our float was full of candy. Then at the end of the parade I hear a family shout "Hey Elder Pearson" I look up and see the Hansens, who live in Idaho now, but used to live in Houston.

And with them was my sister Sophie. Way against the rules, but I figured I wasn't breaking it, they were. So I talked to her and took a few pics. It was sweet to see her again for a second.

Then the 2nd house we knocked on after her told us they wanted to go back to church, and had 2 kids who needed to be baptized. So she was good luck.

That's all I have. I'll let yall know how Layton is next Tuesday. Love yall, keep going strong.


Elder Pearson

Utah, Ogden Mission