Nostalgia

Three years ago, Tim and I completed our missions in Argentina. I have heard people say that there isn't a day that goes by when a returned missionary doesn't think about their mission. For me personally, this statement has proven all too true. I think about my mission all the time. My mission helped propel me to become the person I am today. My mission president said in my final interview, "Hermana, your mission has smoothed most your rough edges." I believe it did. Sadly, I also believe time has brought some of those rough edges back...but I am trying to work through things.

I found my love of so many things in Argentina. In some ways, my heart is still there. I found a love for walking. A love of eating ice cream cones. A love of hugging. A love of kissing cheeks. A love of looking out for people in church. A love of sunsets. A love of sunrises. A love for ricotta cheese. A love for family night. A love for Spanish music. A love for whispering at night. A love of waking up early. A love for heavy cream. A love for hearing children pray. A love of warm tights. A love for making snow angels. A love of rain. A love for being spontaneous. A love of alfajors.

So much to love. However, I love the people most. I still keep in contact with as many families as possible. My Argentine families are just as much my family as my own family. I miss them so much. I always think about my plane ride home from Argentina. My heart ached more than it ever had before and since. I was so sad to leave the people. I hope to return one day to hug them again.

I guess in the end...this post is really for me. I just wanted to document this day and my feelings.