Rain and Wichita

On this rainy day it feels like Wichita. It feels like Kansas, and because there's rain, I pulled out my rainjacket. Yes, the one from my mission. The one I sent home with Skylar and his dad- two completely random people that were working on the Visitors Center.
Clarification: Skylar's dad was working. Skylar is 9 and was there... just hanging out... and then we became best buds when I found out he was from AF. And he tried to trap the little bunny outside because he knew where it's "barrel" (burrow) was. But this post isn't supposed to be about Skylar. It's about
Anyway. This day reminded me of Wichita. One of the days that I actually wore this jacket it was SO COLD. So cold, and I didn't wear any makeup. And when we went to teach Carlos, and we taught him on his porch, he was so worried that I was freezing cold. I assured him I wasn't. He told me I matched my purple sweater. (That was underneath my jacket. Remember that day was COLD.)

So he asked if I wanted gloves and I promised I would go buy some. I would buy some, but on a different day.
But pretty soon after that I got transferred. And I didn't buy gloves. I didn't have to. My next companion gave me some.