Homesick...

Yes, I'm well aware of the fact that I'm home. And I love being here. I love spending time with my family. I love being able to run to the store by myself (no, I don't freak out to be alone any more). I'm getting used to "normal" music. I've been dancing. I've started my job. And I'm not quite as weird as I was when I got here either. Overall, I'm adjusting quite well to life after the mission.

But today at work, I really got homesick for the mission. While working at Deseret Book (yeah, it's a pretty good job for easing back into life... wearing "missionary" clothes, listening to church music all day) today, the missionaries were all in the store for their p-day. I saw Sister Missionaries. I saw Spanish-speaking Elders. And I talked to all of them. And it made me miss the mission SO bad! Just 2 weeks ago I was still on the mission. It was my p-day. Has it really only been 2 weeks? The past 2 weeks have been so full of... stuff... that they have absolutely flown by, and yet it seems like an eternity since I was a missionary. Man... this sure is a weird time-warp that I'm in.

As for my life, I have gone dancing. That was a little weird. I saw several friends I knew before the mission... a lot more than I thought I'd see. One of them who had been my co-teacher in Gospel Doctrine the semester before I left totally attacked me with a hug when he saw me, and then jumped back apologizing when he found out I'd only been home for a week. It was pretty amusing.I started work at the Distribution Center inside Deseret Book. I'm going to LOVE it! It's a lot of fun. I've been to the homecoming and farewell of two people in my ward. I've got a calling already, as the FHE coordinator in my YSA branch. I went to FHE tonight. There were a lot of people there I knew. It was fun.

So yeah, I'm just keeping on keeping on. And loving life. Things are going well. And I really do think that the more time that passes the more used to things I'll get.