Genius.

I served a mission.

I taught. I learned. I changed. I helped. I laughed. I cried. I walked. I ran.

I lived it, but above all, I loved it. Without a doubt, it was a time that I won't ever forget.

What Coming Home Feels Like

It was 5:30 am when my alarm went off--probably the earliest I'd woken up in over 18 months. My luggage was already gone, and I tried not to wake my companions up as I walked back and forth from the bathroom to the closet. I put on my last set of clothes and did what I could with my hair. I'd felt okay for the past few weeks--even with hearing so many people tell me how well I'd served as a missionary, hearing other missionaries tease me about how much time I had left, and knowing we'd probably have to drop our main investigator soon if he didn't make any more progress. But this morning it was so early, and I felt so tired and overwhelmed, that I sat in the bathroom and cried. In that moment, it felt like my world was ending and everything I'd come to love was slipping through my fingers.

The Pajama Sessions part 1

This morning my sister and I were listening to music and we happened upon the Chipmunk version of "Deer in the Headlights" by our bff Owl City. Then we had an idea....

http://youtu.be/1SbJRnwmDzQ

Stay classy, y'all.