My Mission Reunion

Updates have been scarce because of homework. I've been having the most horrible time trying to catch up on all of the work I've been neglecting. I always seem to find something else to do that seems, "More important," because it will, "Help me get my homework done." Of course while I am doing the, "More important," things my homework sits on my floor or in my computer (online homework) and the due date draws ever closer. And I think, "That's ok, I'll have lots of time."

World meet the queen of procrastination. UGH!!!

My mission reunion was last Friday. I was NERVOUS like you couldn't believe. I left Thursday afternoon but first woke up at 6:30am for a 7:00am hair appointment. I got my hair colored and cut in the latest fashion. Long with layers. I just wanted something that would look cute straight or curly. Then I went to Razzle Dazzle the cosmitology school that's five minutes from where I live and had my nails done. I wanted a french manicure that would make me look smart and flirty. She did a horrible job (she is a student but still it was a horrible job). I decided to be like a magician and move my hands enough where people will see my nails but not long enough to notice how horrible they looked. Slight of hand learned from my older brother in his magincian years, I was his assistant.

I have lunch with a guy that I've been casually dating. I date other people too but he's been the most persistant. Things have developed with him in an unusual way and it makes me very nervous when he starts asking me questions like, "So are you going to miss me?" I of course just make jokes and pretend he's not being as serious as he looks. I'm not ready for a relationship and most especially not ready for a relationship with someone that has all his issues. On my way home last night he kept texting me asking where I was. I knew he would be wanting to see me as soon as possible. He kept calling me while I was gone too. Sigh.

Then I head for Utah. I'm staying with my best friend from high school. We had a falling out shortly after high school and spent the last five years slowly mending that relationship. We realized we love each other too much to throw away something that saved us in high school. We had a blast. We watched the first session of Gilmore Girls that she had on DVD. Her husband was going out of town for a school camping trip he would be getting graded on. Spent Friday morning with him, traveling around finding the best deal on camping gear and getting to know each other while Lyssa went to a sealing for one of her friends. He asked all kinds of questions about what Lyssa and I were like in high school and I think he wanted to know what exactly happened to us after high school. I wouldn't tell him just that we had a falling out. But he is a very innocent kind of guy and personalable. Very nice. I like him.

Their son Cameron is adorable and I spent a lot of time with him this weekend too.

Then the mission reunion came. It was pretty much what I expected it to be. Lots of people I knew, but most of them ignored me. Those that didn't know me came and talked to me. I found out who where my true friends from all of this. Elder Petty came up and gave me the biggest hug. Elder Vernon, Brooksby, the office sisters, and even Hatch gave me a hug. Sister Schmidt was there too. It was good all around. Sister Bradford was there. That was my saving grace and I for her. She came with another elder RM and everyone thought they were boyfriend/girlfriend. But thruth was, they knew each other pretty well before the mission. There were very few people who actually knew Susan from the mission for obvious reasons. So we hung out. She looks great. She's lost tons of weight and is pretty much her wonderful self. I went over to her place after the reunion and we chatted. I caught her up to dateing on my dating life and she reminded me to not settle. It was a good weekend in the way of figuring out that what I have so far is not what I want.

We had a devotional at the reunion. It was exactly what I needed. I'm still trying to recover from some of the bad things that happened on my mission. Trying to figure out how to not feel so crappy about how I was treated by some of the missionaries and to basically let things go. I didn't write down any notes and I wish I had because it would have helped me remember. I don't know what exactly was said, but it was exactly what I needed. I started to realize that what I get out of my mission is what I choose to get out of it. And that I can think about my mission and the missionaries in it without this turning queeziness.

The love that I felt from President and Sister C helped a lot. I didn't think it would matter one way or another if I showed up. But President gave me the biggest hug and looked straight into my eyes and he knew. He looked right through me and he knew how hard it was for me. He didn't know exactly why but he knew that I was struggling. That meant a lot to me, just knowing that he cared. I love that man. I love Sister C. They will always mean so much to me.

The rest of the weekend was wonderful of course. With conference and hanging out with Susan on Saturday. Sunday I left and now I'm back to normal life. It was a good weekend. Thought provoking and enlightening. I have some choices to make. But it will all work out.