School

Tomorrow is the first day of school for the first fall semester back from my mission.

I'm nervous.

The last few months have gone by so fast and I dont know what to do with myself. It was wonderful to be home with the family and do all that stuff, but I dont feel totally prepared for the next four months of school. Not prepared in the sense that I dont feel I have been properly mixed back into some kind of real social scene. No offense to the people at home but I wouldnt say seeing people you have known for years is really getting back into the swing of things. There was no NEW meeting of people and all that goes with it.

I am excited for classes. Even though it seems that I will have my nose in a different book every week for the next 14 weeks, I'm looking forward to studying and going to class and taking notes. I need something to keep my mind of the so called social things that plague me.

I promise I'm not socially inept, I just happen to look at things in a different way than most I suppose. I tend to over analyze and think about all the possible scenarios of a choice encounter and then everything becomes over dramatic and I psych myself out. Its a problem. I know. The benefit of this over analyzation is that I am really good at reading people. I can figure out a lot about someone in just the first few minutes of meeting them. Thats not always necessarily a blessing....unfortunately I see it sometimes more as a curse.

Anyway....these are just some of the thoughts I've had in these last few days...getting ready for school to finally happen and waiting for all those awkward first meetings to come crashing down around me.

I am anxious. I am excited.

Starting from Scratch

Here I am 6 weeks home from the mission... Italy Catania mission and it feels like starting over. Its a good feeling. A feeling you dont have very often. I am getting back to "normal" life, slowly. I am not in a rush to do anything really. I am enjoying the time I have before I get back into a busy schedule of school and work.

I miss Italy.

I miss my people. The ones who will remain in Italy, my italians, and the ones who will return home in the coming months. I am waiting for a happy reunion. Many happy reunions infact. I look forward to taking advantage of friendships already established. The comfort and easiness of relationships built on the best kind of love. Unconditional. The kind of friendship that no matter how much time has passed since you have seen one another, it feels like you were never apart.

I do not fear the future. I know where I am going and who I am. However, I am cautious of the things to come. I dont know if I am ready for all that life has instore for me in the not-so-distant future, but I am excited for the adventure and the falling that you just cannot plan for.

Hopefully I will be able to figure all this blog stuff out and it will be entertaining.