This week I came home from my mission.
It's very confusing to be back in Iowa..
I keep trying to read my texts aloud to everyone... It confuses them...
And I keep looking around for my companion....
..and then I realize I don't have one anymore..
I miss Hermana Yanez and Bossa and Mocellin and Diaz and WHY AREN'T THEY IN MY LIFE ANYMORE
I prefer EFY songs to Taylor Swift..
(In fact I am listening to "Look Up" right now)
I am now one of those people who start every other sentence with "One time on my mission.."
...And the worst part....
I am far more awkward than initially anticipated...
what happens:
me:
him:
But, alas, it's good to be back..
(more awkward Returned Missionary stories to come as they unfold..)
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