I remember when I was a freshman at BYU-H and all my RM guyfriends would talk about "the mish" as if it were some sort of club.  They loved their missions, and the more time I spent with them the more giddy I was about leaving to England.  Now, I have fallen into that same habit as them: talking about the mish. ALL. THE. TIME.  Whenever I'm with other RMs, we spend the entire time gushing over the people, the culturse, the teaching experiences and the missionary lifestyles of our different missions.
This past week I got to give a presentation to the youth.  I wore my dirndl, decked the table with souvenirs, projected some of my favorite mission blog posts, and got them guessing about the weirdest food I ate on my mission (answer: brain jello).  Among many things, I told all the youth that they needed to start preparing for their missions by, for example, learning how to cook.  I specified that peanut butter sandwiches and Mac'n'Cheese don't count cause many countries don't have such foods.... and every group without fail asked me in desperate hope, "WHAT ABOUT RAMEN?!"  *facepalm*
Needless to say, I am ECSTATIC to return to my mission.