Re: Momma

Dear Momma,
Sorry I wasn't around this morning. We've been running all over Halmstad trying to figure out where things are and how they work. We won't be able to get library cards until my greenie's personnummer (kind of like a social security number) arrives in the mail, which could be this week or next or the week after... don't really know. But until it does, we won't have a regular emailing time.
I've still got my greenie, Sister Sprague (sounds like egg), but the other companion got emergency transferred at the last minute. We're not really sure why. Apparently President Newell just thought she needed to be somewhere else. (And yes, I've met President Newell a few times now.) Anyway, Sister Sprague's a sweetie. She's excited to try out all the new things, and we're getting along great. She fetches things for me, washes my dishes, thinks I have fantastic Swedish... It's awesome. Kind of interesting - my Swedish does seem to have improved remarkably this week. It's pretty cool. Also, Halmstad's BEAUTIFUL! It's a little beach town that really is just made to be on postcards. It might be the prettiest place I've ever been. The ward's teeny - about 15 people, I think. But they're a strong little bunch. They've been really nice.
Glad to know you and Nate have mapped out my whole future for me. Thanks. Are you appeased now that he's asked? Nate already knows I'm a total goofball. I don't know if he'd be surprised by any stories you'd tell on me.
Dusty with a girlfriend, huh? Will miracles never cease?
Anyway, since we're sharing one computer, I need to finish and give Sister Sprague a turn. I love you bunches, Momma. Take care.

Love,
Sister Hillary Kiser