I realized today that it has been 20 years since I came home from my mission. I left in August of 1988 and came home December 1989. I sure don't feel as old as I imagined someone 20 years past a mission! It seems like I just came home!
This isn't a picture of me - the rare experience of being amongst all those missionaries makes my heart burn!
One thing that took a little while was giving up the idea that I'd be different (or that Elders wouldn't fart) when I became a missionary. I was still very much me (and Elders were still very much 19 year old boys)...but miracles still happened. I loved my experience. I loved working with other missionaries. And I loved the people of Orange County California!
I'm kind of weird - but I liked the intensity of the MTC and of being a missionary. I liked being shot into the system and studying and reading and focusing on something so important all day long. I liked the discipline of it. I also loved being able to go to the temple every week in the MTC. I look forward to doing that when we get a temple where I live now.
...one thing I didn't like was wearing nylons every day. BLECH. Had to wear them every day in the MTC and on my mission. BLECH
I often think about the companions I had and wonder how they're doing. I keep in touch with a few of them but there are some I haven't heard from in 20 years. I sure would love to get together with them again!
And one day though, I plan to do it again! I actually have a reoccuring dream that I'm on a mission again and trying to balance family and a mission....doesn't work too well in my dreams!