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I live in Mongolia...

Hello!

Erin and I are here! We got to our apartment around 12:30 last night. It is nice. We unpacked and stayed up until nearly 3. We layed in the floor of my room for a while wondering if we were crazy. We came to the conclusion that we are but that our God is faithful, so we will trust.

We went shopping this morning. We needed blankets (we slept with just sheets last night...coollld) and pillows. We got some groceries too. I think we'll be using peanut butter as our main protein for a long while.

We should have internet and visas by the beginning of next week so i can talk to you all soon.

We are just going to rest tomorrow and then we will go to church on Sunday morning. One of the missionaries here, said that she would have a translator sit in between us, so that should be fun.

Monday morning we will start language classes...I foresee that being interesting and really difficult.

Right now we are just watching the tv shows that we have with us and movies, bundling up and resting before our life gets busy.

It is so strange to realize that I live here. I don't feel American right now and I sure don't feel Mongolian.

I am anxious and excited to begin meeting people and learning their stories.

Please, continue to pray for us as we try to adjust to the Mongolian life.

love, peace and joy.

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  1. Thank you for the update. Makes my heart happy to hear from you. I love you, mom

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  2. Holli! I just finished reading all of your blogs in reverse order. I am awesome...I mean you are awesome. I can't wait to hear about the adventures God has in store for you.

    Mungu bariki momma Holli

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  3. hey holli. great to read abt all the good things that are going on and we'll be praying for you and your work in God's wide kingdom.

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