There is a Reason

Last night two members of the Relief Society Presidency came over to visit my mother in law and give her a handout from the visiting teaching luncheon she missed on Saturday. Well, I suppose they came to visit her and happened to have a handout to give me, too.

They come in and one of them said, "Oh look! Stacy's here, too!"

I said, "Who?"

Apparently, she thought my name was Stacy.

I've lived in this ward for 8 1/2 months, and members of the RS Presidency don't know my name. Is it any wonder I feel like I don't belong here? Is it any wonder that I'm incredibly anxious to move?