Bye to the Burg

I few days ago (ten to be exact)

a friend of mine on Facebook updated their status-

it read:

"I wish introductions and conclusions didn't exist"

and I couldn't help but think about how profound that was.

Especially in this last couple of days.

I've been feeling so emotional and nostalgic about leaving Rexburg

I had a rockin' semester. Honestly, probably the best semester of my college career yet. 

Good friends,

Good classes,

Good ward,

Good job,

Good times,

Good weather,
Good teachers,
Good spirit,

Overall, just good. 

And now, as I say goodbye, I can't help but think

 "How come I started loving this stinky place as soon as it was time to say goodbye."

Because, who knows if I will come back?

Who knows if I do, that it will ever be the same?

Who of these people, that have been my family away from home, will I never see again in this life?

I was so reluctant to leave. 

I dragged it out, because I could. 

 I felt like I needed to stay goodbye to everything

and everyone.

But sometimes goodbye's are the worst thing you can think of, 

So you wait until it's two in the morning and she is walking out the door. 

and then, they are even more terrible. 

And you not to cry because it's over,

but instead by happy that it happened. 

But as you start your drive home alone, 

You are a reminded of a lesson you kept being told:

and you weren't sure why,

but all of a sudden it's clear. 

So au revior to Rexburg,

If we shall meet again,

It will be another great day, at BYU-Idaho. 

For day's when your spirit needs some feeding

Please watch this when you are ready. Not before. Not too late. But when you are craving some spiritual nourishment.

Countdown to Guatemala: 3 days

What I'm most worried about:

-I'm going alone. I literally have zero relationships with anyone that will be there.
-Hiking / asthma/ allergy problems
-Hook worm? (Thank you Sadie Green for the nightmares.... )
- Sleeping on the floor of the jungle. (Okay... not really... but kinda...)
- Language barriers. The village we are in doesn't even speak Spanish. They speak their NATIVE tongue.
- What if I'm not cut out for it the way I think I am?
- What if I get sick?
- What if I Fuego explodes and I'm stranded for ever and ever?
- What if this is all a joke?

Countdown to Guatemala: 4 Days

Something I'm really trying not to think about.


So remember how I am taking online classes this semester? Well one of them is a Natural Disasters class. Now, this class is actually quite awesome. Very interesting, lots of information, yada yada yada. Well guess what? It also makes me super paranoid.

And guess what. I bet you didn't know that Guatemala has a volcano name "Fuego" and it recently had the "Largest Eruption in years". Don't believe me? Read it here. 

Awesome. Just awesome. 

How I am trying to look on the outside:

How I sorta feel on the inside: