Family!I think I've determined the cause of the luggage mix-up. I got to Transfer-point like 15 minutes late, due to not ever feeling like packing (I chalk it up to feeling sickly, thus not ever feeling like doing anything). The night before I hurried and filled my baby suitcase and one big one, but I still had all my clothes to pack that next morning, plus shower. I figured I'd have time. I did not have time. I have waaaay too many clothes at present. People keep leaving cute things behind that I just can't NOT take, plus I got all that winter stuff from y'all, plus I have the winter stuff that I had to go out and buy prior to getting stuff from y'all. Ridiculous, really.
P.S.S - I forgot to tell y'all my funny story of the week! So were visiting a less-active named Latoya. She's awesome. She was braiding (and by braiding, I mean BRAIDING braiding, hard core braiding) this random girl's hair the whole time, and some other random young girl came in too. As we were leaving Latoya told me that I looked really familiar, and so I told her it was probably because I look somewhat like Sister Cottrell (who I was just serving with, and who opened Greenville for sisters like four months ago). Ever since I got here people have told me that I look just like here, and act like her too. Even missionaries on the transfer van said the same thing. We're twins I guess. Anyways, Latoya said that that must be it. She then said that even though all white people look alike, I look especially like Sister Cottrell. I informed them that I just have one of those faces, and that some kid I worked with once swore that I looked just like the girl from Good Luck Charlie, which I don't, but he'd always try to make me say Good Luck Charlie anyways. They readily agreed that I looked like that girl. They then started naming other random blonde white actresses that I also looked like. I called them rascist, and walked out while they laughed hysterically. Weirdest, funniest moment of my life.