Maybe It's Emily

When returned missionaries say that there should be an RMTC, they're not kidding. At least make a support group or something! At first coming back home wasn't too bad. I was doing really well actually! But the more I'm home the harder it is. I think I actually got depressed yesterday. I hate being depressed . The anxiety of not knowing what's going on in my life or where she's going has been getting to me. I've heard that when you get home you don't feel like doing anything anymore. Like all the stuff you used to love to do doesn't really entice you anymore. I used to love books and movies; I loved to learn and go to school. But the desire hasn't been there since I've been home. I don't feel like doing any of that stuff. But I also hear say that you kind of have to get in your mind what you like and what goals you want in your life and push yourself (aka force yourself) to do it. Because it's not easy. It's not easy coming from a very...

For those of you who are reading this and don't know, I got my mission call (which, awesomely, was sent on my birthday) to the Argentina Neuquen mission, which I was told is the biggest mission in Argentina, and maybe even the southern most. I still have to check that one. Anyway, Just to get some things out of the way, Am I excited? Yes.... I dunno, I find that a stupid question asked often. Why wouldn't I be excited? I'm not outwardly excited, I'm not constantly jumping up and down going "Oh my gosh, Argentina!!!" I mean, I'm excited, just not in a hyper way. I'm... happy. I think being happy is good enough, I don't have to be crazy-off-the-wall-ecstatic to be excited. And to clarify for everyone, I don't view this as a travel opportunity. I think if I was sent state side I would be just as happy knowing that the Lord chose the place for me. Actually, after dealing with the visa, I wouldn't mind stateside... Do I know Spanish? Heck no. I ...

For those of you who read this and don't know, recently (ok, maybe more like a few months ago) I made the decision to go on a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. This decision was never part of that standard five year plan that each of us have when we graduate from high school. You know the one, the plan you write to all those scholarship foundations and colleges. I only jokingly entertained the idea of a mission. Well imagine my shock to recieve the impression I should go. Sharing the gospel is not my strong suit. In high school I actually avoided the idea because I didn't want friends to think I was weird or pushing my religion onto them. I was always afraid of talking about my church. I tried sharing it when I was younger, I even helped my best friend join the church. We ended up falling out because of her lying and drug habits, and then I became down right frightened to share the gospel. Do you know what it's like to share such a big piece of yo...