I sit in the isle seat on a cold metal chair. Angled away from the girl sitting next to me, I look up at the speaker baring his testimony. It’s the 1st counselor giving a history of the dark ages; he emphasizes how hard it must have been to live then, especially for the protestant reformers that rebelled against the Catholic church. Ten minutes pass, and he is still talking. I look up at the symmetric, wood-carved design above the podium and wonder how someone had the patience and tenacity to create it. To the right, the wood planks that create the A-frame design of the church flow through the walls and are flanked by fading yellow, red, and orange stained glass windows. This is my church building now. This is where I feel like I am supposed to be, yet all I can think of is my Rexburg, my friends, and the life I left at BYU–Idaho.
I realized two things recently. First, I didn’t really get a chance to say goodbye to any of you, except for Matt who happened to catch me on campus and possibly Aly who texted me. Second, I really, really, really miss you all, and I worry that I did not take advantage of my friendships with each of you while I was in close proximities (that one is for you Daniel).
So to make myself feel a little better, I thought I would make a list of all the things I miss about you guys. Here it is:
Aly- I miss our yoga, laughing, and how you always made me feel loved and appreciated.
Britt- I miss our accidental hugs, your amazing fashion sense, and your deep questions that I would never think of asking.
Shannon- I miss how you could see into aspects of my life and could help me see the things I could not see myself.
Matt- I miss wondering if you were only my friend when it didn’t interfere with whatever diabolical plan you were plotting. Also I miss your keen sense of critique.
Kirsten- Argyle, argyle, argyle! Oh how I love and miss your argyle. And I miss your positive attitude and kindness.
Daniel- I miss having a human grammar book to reference. Pages are harder to turn than your synapses.
Rebeccas (plural)- I miss having three amazing Rebeccas to keep straight and laugh with.
Andylin- I miss being terrified that you were going to grammatically tear my heart from my chest and make me watch while it stopped beating. Even now… Oh, and I may or may not have misspelled your name on purpose.
Jalyssa- What isn’t to miss about the most perfect couple ever? You were always so kind to me. Always.
Karli- You live like ten minutes away from me. What the hecks is going on?
Loraine- I miss how you would sometimes steal my seat in seminar but that you were too sweet and nice for me to say anything.
Jodi- Remember how we rocked it in NYC? Yeah I miss times like that.
Kaitlin- I miss going to Abs that Rock and wanting to die while fake rowing to Mylie Cyrus. Oh and I miss how you were always interested in my not-so-interesting life.
Ivor- So poetic. I miss not understanding anything you say or write. My brain doesn’t do poetry.
Eric- I miss your honesty. I hear you are funny, but I fear I didn’t know you well enough to make an educated decision about that. I have hope I will.
Chan- I miss your zeal for life and especially wildlife. I don’t think I have ever cared about anything as much as you care about that.
Kylie- I miss your sweet temperament and the velocity of your speech.
Traci- I miss looking at you from the computers while you were on desk and thinking. She looks bored. Maybe I should show her how to make little boxes by clicking and dragging the mouse.
Amy- I miss thinking about that picture you showed us on your PowerPoint that had you holding the doll that looked exactly like you. Wait I still do that. Oh, and I miss how you would always ask how I was doing.
Jen- I miss your free spirit and wonderful supply of Wunderbars.
Sarahjo- I miss how we just click. It seemed like we always had the same opinions.
New people and people I may have missed- Sorry I didn’t get to meet and/or remember to put you on the list. But I am sure we could have laughed together. And I’ll miss that.
And of course, Sharon Morgan. That’s right, no more Sis. Morgan. We’re peers now. When you hired me, I really needed a job. I liked writing, but I never considered myself a “writer.” The things you taught me about writing will be with me forever. Detail. Honesty. An irrational fear of exclamation points. I can now say with pride that I am a writer. Thank you.
I love and miss you all! I hope to come and visit some time soon.
Hugs, hugs (Except Britt, I know how it freaks you out.)