Trip Trap

Recently I have traveled the world. Well at least the world fo my siblings. I have one stop left. Flagstaff. I just wanted to say real quick how much I love my family and how much I hate Phoenix. After two years in the Mexican Dessert, Phoenix was pretty, after travelling other places Phoenix is a dusty, hot, barren wasteland. Ok it might not be that bad but it has nothign on Seattle.
As for the family. 2 years makes saying goodbye harder. After my trio to Utah I think the airport secuirty people wondered what I was doing there, sobbing my way through security. At first I tried to hide it but I jus looked even more rediculous. So I cried. Luckily in Seattle the car ride to the airport was a place to shed a secret tear so by the time we got to the airport I was dry eyed again. Goodbye used to be easy. Its not anymore-just hanging up on the phone seems like its the begining of forever.
My point is this: Once I was gone for two years, I learned what it means to say goodbye- and I dont like what it means.
Adios.

Thanks for the memories...

Yesterday I went out to eat with one of my mission companions, Elder Slaugh-he is not a missionary anymore but that is his name to me. On the way home he put in a CD I had heard before. It was a christmas mix that his Ex-girlfriend had sent him while we were in Mexico. As the song "Christmas Day" by Dido began to play, my mind flew back a year. For a second I thought it might still be 2009. I thought i was in Torreon. Then i looked around and the Rocky Mountains brought crashing back into reality, the memory was a bit more faded now, but the feeling was not destroyed. The nice thing about remembering is the good parts always seem to be stronger than the bad. thats one thing I love about music, it always brings back amazing memories.