One Year

This June is eerily like the last. I did some landscaping work for a neighbor but have no job for the rest of the summer. I recently conversed with high school administrators about receiving my high school diploma. In the evenings, I go out to meet with friends and talk about poetry, philosophy and religion. I'm trying to organize the basement, fix a bike, and get yardwork done, struggling against my own capacities for distraction and procrastination.

The main difference is that this year I won't be getting on a plane to England in three days.

 I'll be at home for a few more months, sleeping in late, catching up with old friends, making some new ones, and reading, reading, reading.  And then, hopefully, by the end of the summer, I'll be leaving for two years as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

This is the most important step I've taken in my life so far.  It's a decision I made, after years of expecting and thinking and doubting and at least a year of praying and pondering, about a year ago, in Prague.

Someday I should tell that story.

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