Posted by:
Duder
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Date: November 05, 2010 01:08PM
For me, the last day of my mission was not so amazing. The first day home, on the other hand, was unforgettable.
First, I was tired. I remember waking up and realizing that the sun was up and I was alone in my room - the same room where - years before - I had smoked dope, read Slaughterhouse Five, and begged Melody not to close her beautiful brown eyes while we explored each other's bodies so many times. I just wanted to surrender to sleep for the rest of the morning.
But my mind was alert. Were the last two years completely gone? Was I really back?
Second, I was cold. I had been in Hawaii for two years. It was now January in Utah, and my father never heated the basement. I loved the feeling of my heart racing to keep me warm.
The house was empty. I was completely alone. I immediately let the dogs in because I was so uncomfortable being alone. They scampered behind me, as I rediscovered my parents' house.
I noticed a girl I had dated before had recorded two messages on the machine. She sounded very excited to see me. I was terrified of her. I knew that, if we were alone together, I would be powerless to keep myself from touching her, kissing her, trying to be with her. My stake president was supposed to release me later that day. Until then, I wasn't sure what rules were being violated. But I was alone, so I guess that was already a non-factor.
I had always been proud of myself for controlling my physical desires. I had given in plenty of times, but I had remained solid so many times, and passed up so many opportunities to "fall" - even as a missionary. Hell, especially as a missionary.
Today, I felt completely overwhelmed by my appetite. Two years with absolutely nothing had left me strained in ways I still can't comprehend. And now I was alone in my house, and a girl I'd always liked was calling me.
I put on music. Selecting that first disk was fun. I let the drums and the bass wash over me. How did I ever live without this?
I put on jeans. I put on a shirt with lots of color and no collar. What a trip. How did I ever wear that uniform?
And I called her. She was giddy. She wanted to rush right over.
She brought me a card, blue corn chips, and homemade salsa. She gave me a hug. She smelled so good, and her smile made me woozy. I wanted to give her everything I had right then and there.
I told her we should go get some food. I knew I could not be alone with her in the house.
As we drove, she updated me on her life. I was alone in a car with a girl I wanted so bad. I began to panic. I realized I had no idea what I wanted out of life. Some of the things I had been taught were still driving me. What were my goals? Why hadn't I read my scriptures that morning? Where was my companion? How many of the people around me knew nothing about the power of Christ?
I cracked a window.
She started telling me about other guys I knew she had dated. They were all away - for missions, college, or otherwise. Basically, she was telling me I had nothing in my way.
As we ate, I began to recognize that I was not ready to make one single decision. I was so confused. I asked her to take me home, told her I needed to unpack, and maybe we could go skiing the next day - or later that week.
When I got home, I didn't take off my coat. I threw myself on the bed and sobbed like a child.
I don't remember a thing about being released.