Of Letters

I finally got a letter from Michael today. It seems like it's been so long. I was really starting to have a hard time with it. Not like all the time or anything, just when it came to mind... and sometimes I just felt sad without really being able to understand why. I really was not feeling all that well a few days ago and I couldn't pinpoint it... But the last day or two I think I started putting together the pieces. And I knew it wasn't anything personal... you know... It was just cuz he knew I had changed addresses and he didn't know my address yet. And apparently they decided to hold off many many weeks or months worth of my mail or something! Ridiculous. So when he made a trip to Adelaide he got a great big stack. I'm glad. I was starting to worry what was happening to the letters I was sending because I felt like a lot of his letters for the past while had hints of "What are you up to?" and "Haven't heard from you in a while" and "I hope you've been doing well" kind of comments... And I felt bad! Even though it obviously wasn't my fault he wasn't getting my letters.

And I missed him. Hearing from him. His handwriting. The spirit of him and the Lord that comes with each of his letters.

I was getting ready today to talk dear friend and roommate, Ann, today and have a small whining session about it, and possibly cry... and then I got my letter! And it made me happy.

I'm not gonna lie, I'm nervous for when he comes back. I got into my class that I needed to graduate this semester, and so the plan is to go home in April which would mean I'd be home when Michael gets back... but it's a little scary, ya know? And my Ann friend has brought up staying in Rexburg with her in the spring more than once. And I'm not gonna lie, it's tempting. For one, I love Ann. For two, I do love Rexburg summers. And for three, part of me thinks maybe it would be a more natural reunion with Michael to see him a little later so it's not like this immediate thing within a week of him getting home... Like time would take away some of the pressure that's built up. I really can't explain how I feel either way, but I am nervous.

It feels like time is beginning to shrink. In the long term sense at least. Each individual week at school still seems to take an eternity.

Anyway... yeah.. there's my life =)