I had my final interview with President Olson this week. Like ever. I was all nervous about it, and what it would include, but it turned out to be a counsel session on how to find the one and to live worthy of them. hahah so much fun...
He did compliment me on my growth on the mission and the work I have done. He said he is proud of me. Then in closing he said, "Sister Lindberg, continue your bright happy influence in Bountiful!" I laughed a little after that. He can't seem to remember that I am not in fact from Bountiful. But whatever. At least he is somewhat close right? 
This week I have hit a wall of "I'm done. I'm done. You can't make me do this (tracting, walking around, being rejected etc) anymore!" I am trying my hardest to scale the wall and make this last week a fire week. Sounds like even in my fight for motivation I am a step above some of the other departing missionaries. Our district leader has given all decisions and work over to his companion. The Magnolia Elders no longer do studies. The Brownlee Elders are fighting since one of them just got here and is full of greenie fire and doesn't understand why his companion has no desire to go out or do anything. That companion made the comment on Sunday "I'm leaving. Why should I care about any of these people?" Poor guy. He's given up entirely. So in relation I'm doing pretty good! JK. I can only compare myself to myself. Trying to keep up motivation until at least Sunday night. Then no promises.
I have gone through the five stages of grief and am now in a somewhat numb state of mind. I just am ready for something to happen, in this case, me heading home.
Denial: Week 1. Lots of denial of the fact that it was now my last transfer.
Anger: Week 2. A strong desire to flip out at the world that I had to leave this all behind, and yet nothing was happening (at least in the mindset I was in)
Bargaining: Week 3. If I just work hard enough, maybe I can stay. Or y'all could come here. Both options can coexist right? Right?
Depression: Week 4. I don't want to get out of bed. I don't want to work. I don't want to do anything.
Acceptance: Week 5. Alright. This is happening. I am going home. I can do this. I am ready.
Who knows what Week 6 with be characterized with? Probably all five of the stages all in one week. In rapid succession. Hahah. That should be fun! 
I realized this week that I will be all alone in the airport, having to figure out where to go and what to do. Why I didn't realize that weeks ago I don't know, but it set in this week that I really don't know what I am going to do! I don't know how to find the gate I need to go to!! I don't know what to do!!! AHHHHHH!! I need someone to come hold my hand and show me what to do and tell me everything is going to be okay!
If I don't make it to SLC, that is why. Just advance warning.
Here is the list of things I have thought of that I would like to do when I get home.
ACTIVITIES:
>Go to the Temple
>Go on a family bike ride
>Go swimming
>Mow the lawn (weird I know, but I haven't been able to do it for more than 18 months)
>Spa/movie night with little skisters
>Family movie night (perhaps Moanna?)
>Paint a picture
>Go through clothes/stuff from home
>Make blanket with fabric I got from Purvis
>Make decorations for room at college
>Go to Island Park and have a blast!!!
FOOD:
>Ham balls
>Brisket
>Chicken cordon bleu
>Rotisserie pork loin
>Lion House rolls
>Mom's cake. Any of them. chocolate preferred.
Okay. That is all. Love you! 
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