Alright kids, it's been six months since I returned from my mission in California and I thought I should document a few things about coming home!
First, let me document a little bit about the end of my mission. When I left in October 2013, I'll be honest, I never thought the day would come when I'd be walking off that plane having completed a full-time mission. Don't get me wrong, I knew I would never choose to come home early, but the thought of actually completing the journey I was beginning was not fathomable to me! My last week in California was an emotional one. Long story short - I was excited to see my family and get on with real life but... I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE!!! I absolutely loved every part of being a missionary. I loved the people that I met and the ability I had to teach the gospel to those that really needed it. I loved seeing people change. I loved being able to lose myself in the work of the Lord. For 18 months, I wasn't "Stephanie". I was a servant of the Lord. I was a representative of Jesus Christ. I loved that! And I miss it more than words can say. So that last week was emotional. Thinking about taking my nametag off could make me cry on the spot. (I still can't look at it without wishing I could still wear it everyday)
I knew that coming home would pose a lot of change and I would have to adjust, as every returned missionary has to. I would need to finish school and get a job and be "normal" again (whatever that means). And that was stressful! Big changes give me anxiety. And this was going to be a huge change.
That last week I got to say my goodbyes, have a temple trip with President and Sister Van Cott and have a departing devotional and invite everyone from all my areas to join me at that. All of which I've talked a little about in my last email home.
But there was even more that happened those last two days that I didn't get to email about. So let me tell you...
That Monday, after we had done all our normal preparation day things such as shopping and emailing, I loaded up my two suitcases and a carry-on into the car and we headed to President's house! That night my companion, Hermana Ipson, worked with another sister missionary in the area and I, along with all the other departing missionaries, spent the evening with President and Sister Van Cott. That night, President pulled me aside because I had asked for a Father's blessing before going home since that's not something I get to have very often... like at all. We had dinner and ice cream, played games and had a nice little family home evening in which President taught the lesson. After that, the kids wanted to hear our crazy stories from the mission, all the crazy and funny experiences we had. So we all told one or two (I shared about the car situation and the dips with Lauaki). Some of the elders shared 4 or 5 but they were all pretty entertaining so no one minded. Then we went and stayed with the same lady we stayed with when we came in! Sister Larsen. She's so sweet. And it was really cool to spend my last night in the same house where I spent my first night.
The next morning we got up, went back to President's house and had breakfast before heading to the airport. Elder Moore drove the van full of us sisters and it was such a weird feeling! Oh, side-note, on the way to the airport I saw the first ever Panda Express, actually named Panda Inn. Then we got to the airport, checked in, and said goodbye to President and Sister Van Cott.
We got on the plane and I sat next to Elder Robles. For six hours. It was actually a really good experience because we got to talk like normal people about real life. It was on that plane ride that we really became friends and I knew that he'd be there for me through anything.
I'll never forget when we started to land in Phoenix. We could see the landmarks we'd missed for 18-24 months. It all started to hit us that our mission were ending. The pilot put the wheels down and Elder Robles looked at me and his chin was quivering and he said "We did it, Granado. It's over."
And my life has never been the same.