Tonight...

I started to pack.

The strangest part now is turning to how to explain how I feel about it. The best word to describe it is probably "beautiful." Strange?

It's true though. For some reason as I'm packing all of my mission clothes and pining for my tag, I feel really pretty. I'm just in sweats with my hair back and no makeup, but as I'm preparing to give myself completely to the service of my Heavenly Father I feel beautiful. No alterations needed.

Part of the reason I started packing is because I'm antsy. The other part is to figure out what I'm missing. As it turns out I'm doing really well. I have just about everything sans bag and tiny things like tights and slips. My shoes came yesterday and they are PERFECT. Cute, comfortable, durable. Love them. I have a feeling I'll keep buying pairs like them after I get home.

(I think they look cuter on than in the picture. Never fear.)

So much is odd about this process. It's weird that I have to finish the next two months of schoolwork on my own within the next 2.5 weeks. It's strange that when I say goodbye to my coworkers it's unlikely that I'll ever see any of them again. It's odd that this has become a normal blog post. It's weird that at this moment I don't know any of the people who will surround me in a month, and I'll repeat the get-to-know-you thing another 7 weeks after that. It's weird and wonderful that once I am back in Provo Austin will be home in 2 months. I think I've done pretty well for myself while he's been gone, but being together again will be inexpressible. Especially after everything will we have gone through and learned by then. 

I am so grateful for everything. All of it. What a beautiful life.