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.
Now, that is something to enjoy :)