it's august. that simple fact completely blows my mind. like didn't i just move home? no, that was in february. didn't i just turn 21 and submit my papers? no, that was in march. and all the sudden now it's august and i'm going on my mission next month.
in the beginning of this whole process, the best word to describe how i felt would've been excited. getting my call was pretty special, shopping for mission clothes was fun, renewing my passport and applying for a visa was stressful and all this waiting and working has been tiring. and now, though i'm still so incredibly excited, i'm starting to get nervous. parts of me feel inadequate and incapable and like i'm way in over my head. i hope that's a normal thing to feel. i'm anxious about the mtc because i've heard it's definitely not a favorite part of returned missionaries' mission experiences. i'm scared that i won't do, or be, or say the right things. i'm worried that maybe the advanced language class the language coordinator put me in will be too hard. i'm concerned my visa won't get to the mtc in time and i'll be stuck in there forever. i'm overwhelmed.
today my apostille for spain came in the mail and the thought of living there for 18 months became more real than it has ever been.
this is happening. it's really happening. and it's happening next month.
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