It's been five years

Five years ago I entered the MTC with my little orange dork dot. (It matched my sweater vest!)

I had a wonderful mission. It was hard, but it was definitely a great experience. Recently I've heard of a few sisters that have gone on a mission, didn't get married, and gone on another mission several years later. I don't know if I could do that, but at the time it was the right choice, and I'm certainly glad I served a mission.

I love Peru and its people. I'd love to go back, especially to see Machu Picchu. 

                                       

Sometimes when I think back to my time in Peru, It's almost hard to believe I did it: I lived in a third-world country; I ate strange foods; I lived among, taught, and loved people from a very different culture; I put on hold my life as a student and didn't see my family for 18 months; I wore a skirt and hose for 18 months.

I still occasionally have dreams about being on a mission or being in Peru.

A few months ago in the Ensign, there was a story about a girl in college who was content with her current situation in life, and a little sad that things would be changing. She was suddenly struck by the thought: good things keep on coming.

I had a great mission, but since then good things have come.

Like this:

and this:

and this:

                                     

And I'm sure that good things will still keep coming.

Disclaimer: Tomorrow is actually the five year anniversary, but I had more time to blog today.