Well, we have come to this time. The time to say that word that has seven letters. Four of them are not so bad, but the last three are the hardest to swallow. I am not leaving permanently, but I am leaving. I believe that it's best to say goodbye, and leave it until it gets picked up again. I believe in meaning what I say, so when I say "see you in two years," I would love to mean just that. But the truth is goodbye's don't last. I have told many people goodbye not knowing when I would see them again. Then not even a year later I would be in contact with that friend almost like nothing happened.
About a week ago I met up with a friend that I hadn't seen in almost three years, I still feel way too young to have an experience like this. We talked and talked for a couple hours and it was like we had never said goodbye. That is what I have learned to expect. Not too long ago my best friend and I spent hours chatting about life and about every thing in between. Two years ago (an ironic number) he and I were inseparable. When people asked about what one of us would be doing for the weekend we had to check with each other. We knew where the food was in each other's house. We knew who the other one liked and We hadn't talked for a long time and it was like things were the same. I loved it.
So, in two years when I get back I would love to talk to each of you for hours and catch up on the past 24 months. It's only two years, I know. I'll miss you guys. I'm sure it won't be easy for me or for many of the people around me. But missionaries sacrifice a lot so that they can bring happiness to the world. I'm so excited and I can't wait to help the people of Tahiti. I can't wait to serve the Lord. I've waited many years for this. And here we go.
P.s. Say your prayers, read your scriptures, and walk safely.
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