- *our egg yolks are more yellow rather than orange
- *we have some many cars
- *everything is huge (houses, dishwashers, roads, etc)
- *everyone speaks English, even the little children and the elderly
- *sarcasm kills me
- *every time I take a picture I move my hair away from my left shoulder only to remember my name tag is no longer there
- *trying to spend more than an hour at dinner (without even giving a spiritual thought) feels stressful
- *the food made me sick for weeks
- *it took me a long time to not feel guilty about using social media
- *I always wanna introduce myself as Sister Lundgreen
It's definitely quite the adjustment. Although I was super happy the first night back, my stress levels sky rocketed after that. My mother reports that I put up a wall, like I was watching everything from a distance, and that I was sad. I think it's normal for an RM.
I was blessed to be kept incredibly busy from the get-go. Friday included waking up at 4 AM (jet lag; I entertained myself with yard work) followed by a trip to Sedona; Saturday we drove up to the lake where I learned to wake surf.
Sunday was my homecoming talk during which I shared experiences from my mission and talked about what it means to be a true Christian. The boy band sang a gorgeous combination of Come Thou Fount and If You Could High to Kolob, and not gonna lie-- I had a slight breakdown after the bishop gave me my plaque. Was it really all over?!
I donned my dirndl to my open house and was amazed by the huge support group that showed up. It was so amazing seeing all these family and friends again.
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