I got to talking with my friend Liz the other day about all our missionary friends that are out in the field right now. I had never really thought about it much before, but I realized I really really miss these guys! I spent 3 years of high school hanging out with them almost every weekend, and they've been gone for a year and a half now! A couple of them are getting back this fall and I am SO excited! I can't wait to hear Colton's nerdy laugh again, or to see scrawny little Blake pick up something 5 times heavier than he is without even breaking a sweat. I can still visualize their mannerisms in my head, and see how they handle things. Most of all I miss just being able to sit down and talk to these guys about anything and everything, and being able to have them sit down and talk back to me. I mean, emails are great, but it will be so nice to have them back. Although, (since there must be opposition in all things) I'm pretty sure I need to at least have a boyfriend when one of them comes back, but I have till next spring for him, so we should be good. Ben gets home right around the same time, it makes me smile just thinking about having all of those guys back in town.
I'm also sending off one of my best friends here in a couple weeks. I really haven't seen him much, or heard from him much in the past few months, but that guy is a gem. I don't know that he will ever fully understand how much of an impact he has had on my life, but the people of Canada are lucky to have him, and I wish him the best. He will always have a place in my heart, and in my prayers.
On a less missionary-based note, I finally have all of my belongings out of Provo, with the exception of the couple things I leave at the office. Right now I feel really displaced, because I'm living out of boxes that are in 2 different rooms, neither one of which are my bedroom. My bedroom is currently in the process of being painted, and all of my things are crammed into every nook and cranny of the guest room, as well as all over the dining room downstairs. I have GOT to get this room finished ASAP... for my sake as well as my parents. I need my own space again where I'm out of everyone's way. When I get my room finished, I'm going to try to put pictures of it on here, it's going to be pretty awesome. :)
With the move comes a new single's ward. I really don't know what to think of that place. First off, I made the mistake of getting up and bearing my testimony on my first week. I don't know WHAT I was thinking. Honestly, if I could have heard my own logic through the thumping of my heart in my ears, I never would have gone anywhere. But instead I stood up, talked faster than I've ever talked in my life, stumbled through a couple of jokes, and made a fool of myself in front of a bunch of people who are anywhere from 2 to 10 years older than I am. I already had the obstacle of getting over past stigmas with people from my home ward (I mean that sincerely. I had two people from my home ward stare right at me as they walked past, I smiled, and they turned their heads and walked away. This is how well I got along with my old wardies). Now this. I really don't mind being the youngest one, I've done that for most of my life, I just don't want to be an outcast because I'm 19 intstead of 23. We'll see how long I last in South Jordan. If things keep going the way they are, I'll be back in Provo before you know it. I just don't know if I can do that to Kristy.
On a lighter note, I started registering for classes today... a month after registration opened. Haha smart one! I'm still, by some miracle, getting the classes that I want in the time frame that I need. So life is good. :)
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