There is no place like home

Last night I went out with a few members to track down some people. At the end of the night, of the girls I was with, asked me...

"Do you miss it?"
"miss what?" I asked
"Home. Your life before your mission"

That struck a thought. Believe it or not, I don't miss it.

Now, hear me out. I miss and love my family. I miss and love friends, and people that are, Oh, so close to me.

But I wouldn't trade being a missionary for anything.

Yeah. Sometimes, It's rough.
And, when things get rough, I just want to call my Mom, or my best friend. At night, sometimes I have to look at pictures, and try to remember the voices of them.

But I feel this overwhelming sense of peace, that, that time will come. One day, I will go home. {it feels like forever away} But that time is not now. And it will come sooner that I can imagine.

I want to enjoy every minute of my mission. I came for a reason, I came with a testimony.

I chose to give up 18 months of my life, to teach others about my church. Something I know to be 100% true.

So no. I don't miss it. Home will come.

 

But for now, I am a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.

 

Now, that is something to enjoy :)