A Nastalgic Moment

I remember being a kid in junior primary looking at the class just older than me. I realized that one day we'd be grown ups. The thought was a little too weird to really digest. It was soooo far away. I couldn't even imagine it.

Before I went to college, I had never been on an airplane....or ever out of New England more than a handful of times. The thought that tomorrow I'd be in an airplane across the country was so...weird.

A day later I sat there in my newly moved in dorm room wondering if I'd ever have one of those often spoken of experiences of staying up all night working on papers. I couldn't really fathom it.

Before going into the Missionary Training Center there was that building, the mysterious building in which I'd never been beyond the room where you see missionaries off in. I'd watched my brother and rare good friends leave from there, but I couldn't really imagine that I would ever really see the inside.

Before the marathon, as they bussed us up into the mountains, it was that same surreal feeling. The idea that at the end of the day I'd have actually run a marathon was a hard to imagine.

Yesterday, I was sitting in my hotel room wondering what it would be like to take the bar. Well, I am half way done. Life is so strange sometimes. Today the girl seated next to me looked at me and said, 'We are taking the bar. How weird is that?' She spoke my feelings exactly.

But, somehow everything does get done. All of us primary kids grew up, and most have long since finished college, gotten married, and had children. I've now been on more airplanes now than I can count. In college, I stayed up all night writing papers on more nights than I can count. I completed the mysterious world of the MTC and I managed to survive the year and half after that. Somehow the marathon was run, gimp knee and all, and now I am halfway done the bar. Life is so surreal sometimes.