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| Kim Mi Rahn |
When lunch time rolled around Sister Gapinski and I met 한금아S (Sister Han), our ward member, at her home. She wanted to take us out for lunch since I was leaving. We ate 매운물내면 (spicy-water-cold-noodle soup) and it was delicious. This member had a few things to get back to, so we were in and out of the restaurant in less than 35 minutes haha. On our way home, we ran a few errands and then spent the rest of the day at home finishing things in the house. By 5:30PM we met 심하정S (Sister Shim) at her house. We helped her make french fries as we watched the beginning of '17 Miracles.' We had a good time. When her husband (이지웅B) got home, we tried to persuade the two of them come to our ward FHE. It was more of a going away party for me and 박동규E (Elder Park) so Sister Shim decided to come, her husband had a headache so he stayed back. On our way there Sister Shim told us over and over that she was shy and that she didn't want to talk to people. We assured her that it was normally just food and then we could leave. Well~ when we arrived a lot more people came than I expected and they were in the process of preparing food. Which meant that we would be playing games until it was all ready haha. Whoops! Poor Sister Shim felt so awkward but eventually things got better. Elder Park and I were called to the front before the food was served to have bishop say a lot of really nice things and especially his appreciation for the work we have done here in the 만수 (Mansu) ward. I was grateful for his words. I went back to my seat just to be called up again to have a birthday song sung to me and Elder Meeks, whose birthday was Monday and mine was Tuesday. This ward is amazing. I love them!! It was a great night. I took a few pictures and then we walked Sister Shim home. It was in fact a day well spent.
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| Bishop Kim Woo Shik and wife Lee Hyon Ja |
Tuesday. Today is my 23rd birthday. Our district leader, Elder Park, planned for our district to meet at the Incheon Grand Park for a lunch together to celebrate mine and Elder Meek's birthday again. It was fun. Sister Gapinski bought us a 밥버거 (rice burger) which I was grateful for, because the elders ended up bringing all junk food and soda. We didn't stay long since we all had appointments soon after but it was nice to have been thought of.
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| Relief Society President Bah Ah Sook |
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| Jeong Hyah Youn |
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| Our crazy neighbor |
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| Our flyer-passing outer friend |
After we were home and had planned for the next day, Sister Shim and Brother Lee, her husband, called and requested for us to come downstairs. We met them to say goodbye. They gave me a silly gift of a random bowl and a food tray. It was weird, but that doesn’t change how much I love them. I gave Sister Shim a huge hug. Brother Lee was so dramatic when we told him it was a missionary rule that I couldn’t hug him so instead he decided to go for a close air hug. It was weird but funny. I'm going to miss being able to see them all the time. Sigh, I am grateful for technology I suppose- it will be the closest I can get once I'm back in America.
To end the day, I received a phone call from our zone leaders, 김재겸E (Elder Kim) and Elder Nemelka, they called to sing me happy birthday. It was nice of them. Then Elder Kim went on and on about how sad he was. He is sad that the mission is loosing so many awesome missionaries and he is sad because so many of his good friends are leaving. It was sweet of him to compliment me and my service; he was so grateful for all that I have done for his country and other fellow missionaries. In return I told him how great of a district leader he was (when I was a greenie), how phenomenal he was as an assistant, and now how wonderful he is as a zone leader in 인천 (Incheon). Elder Kim began to cry, it was adorable. I never thought it would be this hard to leave a group of missionaries and friends, but it is. It is especially hard knowing that we will be worlds apart once we all return to our hometowns and countries. I love Korea. I will forever miss it.
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| Elder Stowe |
Once on the subway the trip was short and we were able to greet a majority of the mission at transfers at the 영등포 (YongDungPo) ward building. That is where I met up with Sister Bassett. We have served so much of our missions together! First in the MTC, then in 수원 (Suwon) as my STL (she took me on a few exchanges), and then finally in 인천 (Incheon) where I was her STL (and took her on several exchanges). It has been a blast and today we decided to visit a couple friends that live in Suwon.
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| Jason and Lee Uhn Song |
We got to the mission home just in time for my exit interview. That too went well. It was fun to talk all about what I have learned. I feel like I was all over the place, because I had so much to say with so little time haha. President Morrise was patient with me though and gave me some guidance on post mission life. It was a great end to our day. We finished just before 10:30PM so I didn’t have too much time to prepare for bed. When I finally was ready, a gloriously comfortable bed was waiting for me. I miss pillows and mattress pads! I slept well.
Thursday morning all of the returning missionaries had a breakfast together, prepared by Sister Morrise. It was good, but we had to eat quickly in order to get out the door to start traveling to the temple. All returning missionaries have the privilege of attending a session in the Seoul temple before concluding our missions here in Korea. It was an honor to be back and the workers were especially welcoming to us today. There is a phrase in Korean that translates to "good work" but over time it has become a way of saying goodbye to hardworking people. We received this greeting over and over as we finished the session and left. It was a great session! Oh! By the way we did it in Korean today and I was SHOCKED how much I understood. It was a good feeling knowing I really have learned more Korean than I gave myself credit for.
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| Sister Jo Un Bi |
To end the evening Sister Morrise and the sisters cleaned up dinner and then we joined the elders and president for a final testimony meeting. The spirit was powerful. I feel privileged to be going home with such a phenomenal group! It amazes me to see anyone and everyone come closer to Jesus Christ in a wide~ variety of ways. Investigators and missionaries alike, we have unbelievable experiences with prayer, scripture study, miracles, and tender mercies from God. It is unreal to think about how He does it all, but I am a witness that He does it, and He does it all for us. President Morrise concluded the meeting with a quote from a former mission companion of his, saying something along the lines of, "We came to help others become converted and to become closer with Christ but instead we are the converts." Now that we are moldable and willing, we are His work boots on the ground, and we all ran a good race.
After the meeting concluded we went out into the hallway where we sang songs from the Korean hymn book. It was a blast. When we finished there it was past our bed time. I was happy to have to rush and sleep, I was exhausted.
Friday morning was strange. All of my things were packed and all loose ends had been tied. These last few days I have been feeling kind of empty. I feel like since I have been working so hard for so long, I was confused as to why we were asked to stop. Why were we stopping!? There is still work to be done! It was weird thinking about all of the appointments going on without me and all of the missionary work in all areas where I have served continuing as if I never came or left. It was strange. But after personal study and a lot of reflection I feel like it was my time. It's time for me to trust all the experienced and even the new missionaries with all those I have come to love. Of course, I will still do my part in keeping in contact but, sigh, it's my time. I have worked hard, I am ready to be home, I am ready to start my next mission. One adorable Korean elder said, "This time was just the MTC for the rest of our lives, now let's start the real deal!" It was too cute.
By 11AM all of the returning missionaries loaded our stuff in the mission van and then we followed President and Sister Morrise through the famous Olympic Park to our bus stop. We said our last goodbyes and loaded our heavy luggage into our "airport limousine" haha. The ride took about 2 hours and we arrived to the airport just in time to see that our flight had been delayed for a few hours. We checked our bags and ate lunch. I travelled with Sister Bassett and Sister Saunders. They are awesome! We had a blast together.
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| Waiting at the Incheon, Korea airport |
By 7PM we landed in Dallas, Texas. Since we came from Korea we had to go through customs again and recheck our baggage. It went a lot smoother than I was anticipating. In no time we were on an escalator that would lead us to our terminal. To our surprise, as we approached the top of the escalator, guess who was waiting? Jay Marks! He was waiting and yelling "여보세요?" or "Hello?" haha it was too funny. Just before we reached the top he asked, “Can I hug you??” I hesitated as I thought about the missionary rules and then replied, “Um.. probably not.” Regardless of my response he immediately wrapped his arms around me for the biggest hug of my life. I love him. He welcomed all of us with “American water bottles,” as he refers to them, and a cell phone to call our families. It was so fun to see him and his wife, Stacy. We didn’t have too much time so we left as fast as we came. Once through security, the sisters and I went to the bathroom to put on make up in an attempt to look presentable after 26ish hours of traveling. As soon as we finished, it was time for us to board. 2 hours later, we landed and I was giddy.
We anxiously waited to de-board the plane. Others around us knew who we were and what we had done as full-time service missionaries so many graciously let us in front of them despite the late hour and I’m sure their excitement to see their own families. It was very kind and we appreciated it... A LOT. After a quick stop to the bathroom to brush our teeth, we made our way to baggage claim. As Sister Bassett, Sister Saunders, and I synced our steps, we were all anticipating the moment that we had only been able to dream about for the last 18 months. Our dreams were coming true in a way we never could have predicted. A large crowd walked in front of us as we began to funnel through the roped path provided by airport security. It was as if all was quiet for just a moment as we all saw necks of our anxiously awaiting families craning to see above the crowd. The silence was shattered as soon as I heard my mother yelling my name. The next thing I saw was her dodge under ropes and through the people as she quickened her pace to greet me with the biggest and warmest hugs she could muster. I was home and the tears of joy were hard to control. Next came my older sister, Alise, she swooped in just before I was able to hug my father. The hugs were quick, but oh so sincere. Most memorable of them all was the hug from my nephew, Isaac Coombs. He was being held and as I approached him he asked, "Are you AnneMarie?" in his cute, high-pitched, 3-year-old-kid voice. I smiled and said yes which was followed by a smile and wide open arms for another warm hug. I pulled him all the way over the security ropes to hold him as the hugs continued. I have never felt more welcomed or loved than in that moment. My mind was calm and yet scattered. There was so much to be said, but no words or thoughts had time to form. Simply put, I was happy to be home and relieved to be so warmly welcomed at such a delayed hour on Friday night. It was sometime after 11pm at this point.
Saturday was my first day home. I couldn't sleep so I was up early unpacking my things while my little sister Danielle, now my companion, slept. I woke her up at 6:30AM so we could exercise. She showed me a 3 mile loop that we could run. As we ran she asked a million questions about my mission. I was already out if breath because of the drastic altitude change but the constant talking didn't help either haha, I was dying. When we got back home Danielle had to shower and head to work so I found my mom so that she could be my next companion. It is weird still needing a companion but not have one assigned. I ran errands with my mom until 4PM.
By 4PM it was time for me and my family to walk to the stake center for my appointment with the stake president. My older sister, her husband and son, my older brother, and my parents accompanied me to meet President Jushau for my release. Before I was released from my full time missionary service, President Jushau pulled me into his office separately to get to know me and to ask about my mission experience. My parents moved here to Highland, Utah about a year ago, which means I was in Korea when this change happened...I had never before met President Jushau but he was nice and patience as I answered his questions. It's funny because I hardly cried as I left Korea but now being home it's like I can't stop. Every little question or comment that he asked, triggered more and more tears. In that moment I REALLY realized how much I loved and missed my mission and all the people that made it what it was. Together we went over goals of what I would do to never forget those valuable lessons that I learned and then we called my family in for the actual release. It was hard to take off my name tag... My name tag has been my best accessory and symbol of my purpose as I serve my Lord and Savior, but now it was time for me to move on and grow in other ways that The Lord has in store for me.
Sunday was a great day. In the morning before church, my parents and I were asked to attend a portion of the Stake presidency meeting. Here is where newly returned missionaries come to report. I love talking about Korea and all of the great people I was privileged to meet, and that is exactly what they asked me to do. After I spoke and bore my testimony, my parents were asked to bear their testimonies as well. I always knew they were proud of me but the spirit coupled with their words, confirmed to me how appreciative and impactful my experiences and letters home were for them. Hearing from President Jushau yesterday, from the high council today, from my parents on several occasions, and also from the feelings of the spirit, I knew that my service had been accepted.It was the day of my homecoming talk at church and an open house that followed. Family and friends had traveled from across the country and I was so excited to tell them all about what I learned in the last 18 months. I had prepared well to be one of four speakers today but when I arrived I was informed that there would only be two speakers.. The youth speakers bailed since it was a holiday weekend! I was asked to speak for 25 minutes... 25! That's a long talk but when it came time for me to speak it went well. I felt guided by the spirit and the tears in the congregations eye's confirmed that they felt the spirit too. It was a good meeting.
Immediately after sacrament meeting, those who came to hear me speak made their way to our house for a delicious lunch made by my mother. It was a happy moment to see so many of my family members and friends gathered to welcome me home. We socialized but eventually the house cleared out and I was exhausted. In the passed couple days, I have been running on less than six hours of sleep. Jet lag is rough. Just when I thought I could relax for the evening, my phone buzzed. It was a fellow missionary whom I served with, Elder Anderson- also known as Hayden. He got home a couple months ago and knows what it's like to adjust. He more or less forced me to come out with him. We went to a game night with some of his high school friends. They were all returned missionaries so they understood my discomfort and awkwardness haha. It was a fun night. We played a game that required music lyrics and boy let me tell you, I don't remember much of what I listened to before my mission. Regardless, I enjoyed myself and especially appreciated Elder Anderson reaching out to me. When he said goodbye to me, he gave me a big hug and said, "Sister Sloan, welcome home. You were a great missionary but we are all so happy to have you home." I almost cried. It’s strange coming back to a world that continues to evolve without you. Sometimes I feel as if my missionary life is forgotten, so I appreciated the reassurance that it was very much remembered and appreciated.












































