Mal in Real Life...

Today I'm tired of real life. I want to escape. To go and hide somewhere away from all the stress and worry that I create. The last few days things have been...difficult, to say the least. Mostly with things that I can't/don't want to talk about with anyone, because it's just that kind of stuff. The things that we must deal with as part of this life. It's strange because as a missionary you just don't. You push everything like that to the side, telling yourself that you'll deal with it when the time comes. But what about when it comes? How do you deal with it then? You can't push it aside, there's no where to push. Sometimes I feel the little voice in my head saying, "Hermana, you're home" and well, to be honest, sometimes I don't really like it very much. I do realize that most of you will read this and in your head you'll say, "Get over it. The mission is over., You're home now." Well, I ask each of you to think, for just a second as that thought comes that it's kind of mean, and to be sympathetic, just for a bit longer. Sometimes I'd like to be a little kid again, you know the stage everyone goes through where if you close your eyes you're pretty sure that because you can't see anyone, no one can see you? That would be nice.