Emergency.... transfer?

Dear Family-friends,
So yep, the I was just writing in my journal last night that nothing interesting had happened that day when my phone started to vibrate.
Japanese phones typically have part of them that will flash certain colors when someone particular calls or texts. For a couple people, including our investigators, and certain alarms I had it set to flash a particular color depending on what I perceived to be the mood of the person or alarm was.
It was flashing red.
And I didn't remember setting red for anything.
I flipped it open and there I saw: Rasmussen 社長
I didn't believe it but I answered, thinking that maybe the amount of time that I had not payed for my bike was unacceptable to the point that the President needed to get involved.
Nope.
He asked me how I was doing and tried to have a casual short conversation, but it's kinda difficult to have a chill conversation with the man who's calls change realities.
And then it did.
I'm getting emergency transferred.
I'm getting sent to the second biggest city in the mission to be co-senior companion with an Elder a transfer ahead of me.
Wo... That's different.
The AP's are coming on Thursday, to throw me, my bike, and my bags into the mission van to head to the southern most part of the mission.  (MAYBE I'LL BE ABLE TO SEE TOKYO FROM THERE!)
So yep, Moffat Choro just pointed out that it's as far south from here as it is from here to Aomori, the end of the island.
Pfftstssss....
So that's probably a littler different.
It's just going to be me and Brineholt Choro in a small apartment, with four Shimai (sisters in our district. Woo. I wonder if that'll be lonely.
I'm going to miss young Okuda Choro.  He's probably my favorite person ever. Oh.  Well so it goes.
Sorry it's not as intense as Austin's Emergency Transfer.:

"Guys... I've got not time... They're watching me. We're on the run.  I may or may not be okay."
 -Elder Austin Lewis Wheelwright

Okay I'm exaggerated a little bit, but with the way Mom acted... (I LOVE YOU ALL)

JAPANESE CULTURE:
Hanami (or 'flower watching')

The cherry blossoms only bloom for a week or two before the rain and wind comes in and flings the peddles in a wave so thick that Ryutaro said he couldn't see the soccer ball when he was playing soccer.
But this week was not the point of the blossoms death, but the week of their full blooming.
For this cultural event, Japanese people often take a date and go to the park to watch the flowers, there's couples everywhere, and because of the excess of people the festival guys come with their stands full of toys, candy, meat on sticks, and my favorite, sweet bean paste filled battered fish. (Taiyaki)

Not just couples alone view the blossoms, but everyone, from every age and every size, and often people from other countries as well. (All of Japan has cherry blossoms (I think) and start blooming in the south and work their way to the north as spring set in)

This being said, it makes this time one of the most perfect times to dendo. (Do missionary work)
By our district leaders permission, we take out our cameras and take pictures, and talk with people.  And I  don't think I've ever talked with so many people... ever...
Also during this event, many families and groups of friend will put out tarps between the Sakura (cherry blossoms), and as night comes, and the lights draped from all around the park glisten and twinkle in such a way as to make every Christmas tree jealous.....

 They get out beer and meat and drink, eat and talk. 
I looked over at one of the huge clumps (usually about twenty-ish) of people and whispered to my companion:
"Man, How cool would it be if we just walked into one of those and just talked with all of them?"
Then, a few minutes later, as we were walking by a group of around twenty-five people, a few of them started staring at us.  "Oh! Here's my chance!"
And there I went.  Talked to all of them.
They were firing questions at us like crazy, and questions toward us, are missionaries' best friends. We told them what we were doing here and we invited every single one of them to come to Eikaiwa (our English class).  I just passed out a stack of fliers for all of them to take.
Being nice, the nice Japanese woman that she was, tried to force a beer into Moffat Choro's hand.  The look on his face is something I'll never forget.  Laugh.....
The lady next to her saved him, by pulling her hand down and reminding her "he's only nineteen!" We having previously told them our ages.  Unfortunately the legal drinking age in Japan is exactly the age I turned last month: 20
And then both of the women tried to offer me beer.
I just laughed at the whole situation, and being somewhat glad that I'd had opportunities in my life, where I had to turn down the same offerings.
Upon my adamant refusal, one of the women, who was Chinese, offered me some homemade Chinese gyoza (what you guys call pot-stickers), and a little thing of chips.
My companion was in the refusing mood, and turned his set of gyoza and chips down, which he later regretted.  I saw nothing wrong with it.... The gyoza was the most amazing gyoza I've ever had ever.... The woman was way nice.  When I told her my sister-in-law was of Chinese decent, and what her name was, she started speaking an Asian language that probably sounded like the whole conversation that I'd just been having to you.  I didn't understand a word she said,  Oh Tim Peay, if only you were here. (Oh Tim, by the way, good job at conference.  I pointed you out to some of the sisters in the branch, and they all thought you were handsome.  Hope you're doing well with the ladies!)
Ah... There's so many interesting stories from this week.  Me being called Harry Potter by a man selling fried chicken skin, talking with a woman about what true religion is on a park bench, running in Takeya-san accidentally twice and being invited over to his house and teaching his parents and getting ramen  brought to us like pizza and convincing him to allow us to teach him three times a week from now on, and inviting a random man, with a recently(ish) converted member to come to church, who had a camera that cost well over 5,000 dollars, going to the ocean, and running into a high-school exchange student named Zac from America, who despite the usual reaction of meeting other English speakers in America, was actually a really cool guy. (We kept running into a group of English teachers in Japan, who ignored us completely every time we passed and said hello.  When I finally got to "Hello, again, again" they finally started responding.
But this week was some good stuff.  It's a good last week.
Here's something of a more spiritual nature:

 

" I rejoice in this opportunity to serve in a different area.
It proves that the world is always changing, like the waves of the Japanese sea that we have up here. 
I've been memorizing the location of a scripture every day on the back of my language study card (for more spiritual ammo), and Helaman 5:12 popped into my mind: "And now, my sons, remember that it is upon the rock of our Redeemer, who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build your foundation..." 
Though standing on the outside a gate to a new world, where everything on the other side is different, I can rejoice that despite the uncertainties, there is something sure and consistent that I can hang on to. That is, of course, the Lord. 
I loved what President Uchtdorf said about how there seems to be something inside of us that resists endings, and how that it is because we are made of eternal stuff. The Lord is the same. His power is eternal. It's just as real here, as it is in Utah, England, China, or even beyond the curtain that we call death. It's as real for you as it is for me, as it is for my investigators. 
I love the consistency. Ideals and men's standards bend with the ages, and the styles and habits of the times, but God doesn't change. He cannot, for then He would cease to be God. 
The members here are amazing, and I'm going to miss every one of them. My heart has changed a little bit; and instead of turning in to satisfy my own desires, it's becoming content being concerned about others. I've still got a long way to go, but the progress is uno month, year to year. 
I love ceramics, and I feel like clay in tdeniable.. Like a plant growing, the change isn't evident in the day to day viewing, but looking back from month the Potters hands; day to day, spinning on this wheel we call life-- having bit by bit tempered by Him, He smooths out the rough places and cuts off the unneeded parts. Ah, so many similes. 

But all is good here; I've just got quietly step off the stage quietly, and let the other missionaries carry on with the show. 
I've noticed that too many missionaries just get scared at the last second and do what I like to call a "Fukuin Blast" or trying to shove all of the gospel down their investigator's throats; this often scaring them off and making it harder for the next missionaries.
The only reason I could possibly see people Fukuin Blasting their investigators is because they weren't living every week as they should; feeling like they've gotta make up for it before their gone. 
My MTC Sensei said a quote that's now written at the top of my Weekly Planning section of Chapter 8: "This week is the most important week of your mission." 
If we apply that, we as missionaries will never have to worry if we've done enough. Just as the Prophet Joseph Smith said in D&C 123:17- if we "cheerfully do all things that lie in our power" then we can "stand still, with the utmost assurance" that we will "see the salvation of God, and... his arm [will] be revealed." "

Well my font has changed a little bit. But meh. 

I love you all wherever you may be. 

Feel free to write me. 

I'll be able to respond to individual letters probably next week. 

Love you!

Elder Wheelwright