Here is an excerpt from Jordan's first letter home:
They took my picture for my MTC ID right after I said goodbye. My eyes are poofy and red. I look awful. There are 8 elders and 2 sisters in our district, 8 going to Arg, but not my mission. I am the district leader. I feel a little weird about that. I call on someone to pray, lead the music, and I pick up the mail. I'll be here for 8 weeks, leaving on April 11. Dear Elder is the best way to write to me. I feel the spirit a lot. I'm super excited to serve. Pray for me. Times up, gotta start the 10:30 bedtime routine.