My best friend Zach left on his mission this morning--reported to the MTC at 11:30 a.m.
I'm so glad I had Thanksgiving weekend to hang out with him.
We had fun quoting all our movies and favorite characters, making even more inside jokes, bouncing our senses of humor off one another, giving lots of hugs, taking pictures, laughing hysterically, crying, filling each other in on the details of what has gone on since we last saw each other, talking about the early Christmas his family had, talking about Sweden, etc.
His farewell talk was very good. And when he came down off of the podium after sacrament and hugged me, it hit me harder than I ever expected. I won't see my best friend for a very long time. In my opinion. Lucky for me, college makes time fly. But still! I buried my face and. . . well, let out an emotion I seldom unleash. Tears. Having never had a close member of my family nor a close friend go on a mission before, the shock of him my closest friend leaving was new and quite hard to swallow.
After sacrament, Rachel, Ashley Holmes, and I went to his house and got about one to two more hours with him. I left at around 1:45 p.m. and kept myself composed for the next four long hugs. When we finally reached my car--after a lot of prolonging--and after the final hug, I looked up and... well, all I could say was, "See you in two years." :)
Then I got home and realized that I will most likely leave on my mission before he gets home from his. Three and a half years without seeing my best friend. Eeek! Thank heavens for letters. :)
I'm very exited to get his letters and to share some small part his ups and downs, his ebbs and flows. The missionaries I've written so far have been far from best friends--more like I've barely known them at all--and so they naturally don't/didn't go into great detail. Sure they're tell me about the families they were teaching, etc. But I'm excited to hear about it all. It was frustrating to have missionaries come home and tell me about the hard parts of their mission when I heard nothing of the sort in their letters. I can understand why they left that out, but . . . I want to know when Zach is a bit discouraged, when he's on cloud nine, and all the in betweens as well. Heck, what's the good of having all these guys go on missions before me if I can't hear all about their experiences and have some small preparation for what's down the road??
I wish him well with all of my heart and love him dearly.
I'm so glad I had Thanksgiving weekend to hang out with him.
We had fun quoting all our movies and favorite characters, making even more inside jokes, bouncing our senses of humor off one another, giving lots of hugs, taking pictures, laughing hysterically, crying, filling each other in on the details of what has gone on since we last saw each other, talking about the early Christmas his family had, talking about Sweden, etc.
His farewell talk was very good. And when he came down off of the podium after sacrament and hugged me, it hit me harder than I ever expected. I won't see my best friend for a very long time. In my opinion. Lucky for me, college makes time fly. But still! I buried my face and. . . well, let out an emotion I seldom unleash. Tears. Having never had a close member of my family nor a close friend go on a mission before, the shock of him my closest friend leaving was new and quite hard to swallow.
After sacrament, Rachel, Ashley Holmes, and I went to his house and got about one to two more hours with him. I left at around 1:45 p.m. and kept myself composed for the next four long hugs. When we finally reached my car--after a lot of prolonging--and after the final hug, I looked up and... well, all I could say was, "See you in two years." :)
Then I got home and realized that I will most likely leave on my mission before he gets home from his. Three and a half years without seeing my best friend. Eeek! Thank heavens for letters. :)
I'm very exited to get his letters and to share some small part his ups and downs, his ebbs and flows. The missionaries I've written so far have been far from best friends--more like I've barely known them at all--and so they naturally don't/didn't go into great detail. Sure they're tell me about the families they were teaching, etc. But I'm excited to hear about it all. It was frustrating to have missionaries come home and tell me about the hard parts of their mission when I heard nothing of the sort in their letters. I can understand why they left that out, but . . . I want to know when Zach is a bit discouraged, when he's on cloud nine, and all the in betweens as well. Heck, what's the good of having all these guys go on missions before me if I can't hear all about their experiences and have some small preparation for what's down the road??
I wish him well with all of my heart and love him dearly.
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