Adjusting

I got to the house that my parents had chosen for all us kids to live in and it was so small! A two bedroom house for nine of us in all, and the dog. My dad quickly built partial bedrooms in the basement. It's quite interesting to live so close to one another. My sister and I still resided together in the same room. How we got one of the main floor rooms, I'll never know. Plus, there was a small fenced in backyard that was as big as the sandbox back in Utah.
We all got settled in and each of us had to go to new schools. Me, I was so scared that I dove right into my school work. Now I'm in a high school that is all non-Mormon, with the exception of me and another kid. He didn't seem to care much about the school being almost free of Mormons.
I couldn't come to grips with the adjustment of being in such a large place. Not just school, but the city. I decided that the only way I'm going to deal with the whole matter was to get back into my church work. I got to know the church people quite well, and I started to get myself back into the swing of things in the church life. I held church callings and I volunteered to drive the female missionaries around a lot. I was becoming quite the missionary myself. I learned the discussions that the "called to serve" missionaries knew. I even got a binder of my own. It almost became a daily thing for me. And in the mist of all this I went to school and held a full time job.
My life seemed to be gluing itself back together, among tight quarters, and all was going smooth. I was so happy to know that I was still valued among the saints and I pulled rank quite quickly. The bishop was real pleased and so were my parents. I think.......