The vacation continues today, and it was a lovely one filled with relaxation. No rain, no cold, just a slight breeze through Little Cottonwood Canyon to keep things interesting. My family and I took a walk around for a bit to soak in the ambience, then played games and ate good pasta to finish.
I'm not really feeling up to talking more about my Louisiana vacation today. I'm in an unusual mood at the moment. It's a bit of a mixture of everything. Mostly frustration. My family has been butting heads for the last couple days, probably due to the fact that we've been with each other non-stop for the last week. Not to mention that we're still a little tired from our Louisiana vacation. It happens....It's just days like these that further fuels my desire to move out and live on my own.
Having spent two years serving an LDS mission, I became quite accustomed to taking care of myself, and making my own rules for things and such. It's been a bit of a struggle since I've been home. Not many people who haven't served missions realize how many expectations there are to Returned Missionaries. It's like a whole new "bar" altogether that we need to be at, and things we are expected to do, that we aren't prepared for at all. Don't get me wrong, I still strive to have missionary values, but when I come home and I'm expected to organize family scripture study time, (seriously, my mum asked me why I hadn't done that when I got back......shouldn't they be doing that already BEFORE I got home?), to not listen to rock music, or to watch violent movies like Iron Man or The Dark Knight, it's like I have to deny who I am altogether. I won't deny that a mission changes a person, and I really feel like I've changed and learned a lot, but I'm still ANDREW, and will do ANDREW things. Then comes the uneccessary comments from my family that don't help at all. For example, I went without shaving for two days, and I had a bit of stubble on, and while my family was driving to stake conference, my mum looked at me and said, "You forgot to shave? You know, sometimes I wonder if you are really a return missionary...." She wasn't joking, and quite serious about it. Really though, missionaries don't come home as perfected individuals. If we did, we wouldn't even make it through the plane ride home. We'd already be translated already or something. We still have inperfections that we need to work on too just like everyone else. It's already A LOT to handle as it is to try to adjust from mission life to home life, but to add a truck load of expectations to be met, no bueno.
*sigh*
Sorry, I'm feeling extra complain-y.
Maybe I'm wrong, and this only just happened to me, and all other RM's had it a whole lot easier, and there were no problems for them other than adjusting. All I have to say...is that I still wish I was on my mission. It was SO great. Coming home, not so fun, but oh well.
P.S. Daily Contact Man.......Legend....
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