I don't deal so well with change. Especially big ones. Like Squeegee going on a mission. Yes. I know she's going to be the greatest missionary ever. Yes, I know that in 18 months she's going to come home and that she's not dead or anything. Yes, I know that missions are totally awesome and that missionaries make the world a better place. But all of this knowledge didn't stop me from crying like a baby when I said goodbye today. Or all the way home. Or while I was sitting at my desk at work. Or any time anyone asked me how it went. Let's be honest. My eyes are a little raw now and I've got quite the headache. Erin promised me that it gets better and she's too sweet and wonderful to lie to me, so I'll take her word for it.
I'm now accepting donations to my mental health and stability for the next year and a half.
(Was all that dramatic enough for you? I promise, I'm doing much better than it seems though all the stuff about crying it true).
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I balllllled my eyes out every time one of my siblings left to go on their missions. And I balled my eyes out when I left. Lol But yes, it does get better. Just give it some time. :)
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