The last year and half felt like the quickest 18 months of my life. I'm one class short of my master's degree and, as of today, back in Utah until I enter the MTC in March. I already miss Tallahassee. It felt so foreign when I arrived. I felt lost and lonely, especially the first semester. This past Sunday my bishop had my roommate and I speak (since it was the last Sunday in the ward for both of us due to missions). I think I could have named every person in attendance. Granted, it was post-finals so a lot of people had already peaced out of Tally, but it felt so good to see so many familiar faces. What a wonderful group of people! I learned a great deal about myself, and about how to serve. There are kids (grown ups?) there that are just good. I hope they keep that goodness with them, wherever life, or the Lord leads them. He certainly needs their goodness, or at least His other children do.
Another bitter-sweet moment was seeing my parents as I came down the escalators in the SLC airport. Sweet because, well, they're my parents. Bitter because outside it was somewhere in the 20s. I wept a little inside for the 70 degree weather I had so thoughtlessly left that morning. My parents promptly fed me (hurray! all I'd eaten the entire day were Biscoff cookies... which are quite delicious, but they only give you 4, tops, on the plane... lame).
With schooling mostly done, mission is sinking in more, in exciting ways. Here's to an eventful week!
