Andrew's Mission Call for the LDS Church

Dear everyone, I offer no apologies for my absentmindedness. I know that several of you will or already are rolling your eyes. I am who I am, and I forget a lot of important things that I shouldn’t. I counterbalance it a little by remembering inconsequential, insignificant, random facts. I think it’s a pretty fair trade off.

Anyway, my mission has been charging along. I have made some very close friends here at the family history center, and they are some fantastic individuals. Another youth missionary here, Sister Tanner and I have been in charge of creating training presentations for the staff these last few months. She makes the slides, and I do a voice-over to make it interesting. Because of this, I have become known as The Voice™. Apparently my voice is strong, commanding, and enchantingly beautiful (who knew right?).

I have about two months left here at the center, and I go to school after that. It’s a little bittersweet, but it will be good for me to move on and tell myself that I completed something despite being told numerous times that other parts of my life were more important, or that this mission just wasn't worth my time. I know for a fact that it is, and I want to thank everyone that has supported me through it.

And I have to work with these nerds

Love, Elder Porcelli

Lain

What isn't remembered never happened. Memory is merely a record

Tabi no Tochuu

All alone,
on a journey, I lost my way;
as I stood still, my heart alone wandered.
But now I can walk again,
as far as I need to;
yes, ever since I met you
on this road.


The song travelers sing,
though I don't know it,
sounds familiar to me
as long as I'm with you.


If the world we dreamed of
exists anywhere,
let's go look for it,
beyond the wind.
The freezing dawn,
the parched midday,
the trembling night;
let's go see what's at their end.


Your eyes, which
know loneliness well,
blink, and that color
is reflected.


I'll fly into the sky
and become a crescent moon;
those mint-colored stars must be
shards of tears.


A dock in the country to the east; the western sea;
a southern town in a dark forest; a golden tower;
a hill in the south, shaken by water; above all, the same moon.


As long as you'll let me
hold your hand,
how far shall we go?
Together with you,
I can go anywhere.
Let's go embrace
the rustling scent
of a world yet unseen.