how is it being home? Is it weird? Do you miss it?"
My answer to that question has changed as often as circumstances have, but this one has remained constant for some time. My determined answer?: Like all emotions, it comes in little spurts here and there.
One week ago I was driving the long distance to the Institute for church on a sunny sunday morning. I started listening to an album I listened to a lot towards the end of my mission. It brought back a flood of memories and feelings.
I wept like a baby.
If you were to ask me if I miss it at this moment, I'd reply yes. Dearly.
