BFFs

I was talking to a lady a while back; she spoke of how people come and go from our lives and how we never see them again. She thinks that people move on from friendships, forget about each other, and stop caring. I asked her how she know someone hasn't forgotten about her, and she said she would receive at least 2 cards or phone calls from them each year. I would like to contradict her, something I had tried to do to her face, but she would not accept my premise. I have been thinking a lot about friends and friendships recently. Let me being with a "Natasha Story", which means I will give you a crazy amount of background before I get to the point of the whole story.
This week has been pretty crazy cool for two reasons.

1. I literally woke up Friday morning to an email from my boss, Michael, saying that my first location for work will be Germany for 3 months. (Instead of the previously discussed Birmingham, England and Czech Republic)
2. I talk to 3 of my high school BFFs. All in the same week. Trust me, that alone is a miracle.

In high school, there was four of us who were just always hanging out together. (we seriously need to think of a cool name for our group). It was me, Holly, Naomi, and Christina. I have known Nay since the 5th grade and have been friends ever since. She's amazing. I love how we haven't talked on the phone really in (dare I admit it) years! But we were chatting on the phone and it felt like it always has, just an easy friendship of love with years of crazy history backing it up. We even mentioned a couple of times how impressed we are with ourselves because we are AWESOME! She's 23 and working on her PhD. I am 24 and am getting paid to go travel the world. Legit? We think so. Holly, I met back in 6th grade when she had just moved to Texas. She is one of the kindest people I know. She's doing quite well and is thinking of moving. We're both in a transitional part of life right now. Then Christina, who I met back in Geometry class in 9th grade, who hated me because I was loud and obnoxious (still true....about me being loud and obnoxious...not the hate, even though our chosen theme song is We Used To Be Friends by The Dandy Worhols...long story). I'm still not sure how it happened but we're friends now. She can walk again! Yay! (Canada broke her leg) She's a crazy kid because she left Texas to live in Canada. Why someone would do that, I'm not sure, hence, she must be crazy. 

Anyways, I'm graduating and leaving AZ (which means leaving Christine and Erica *sadness*) in less than 2 weeks. Only 5 finals, 1 discussion board post, 1 online lecture and 1 group presentation left to go. Then I will be on a plane back home to Texas. Then to New Zealand for vacation, Missouri for training, and Germany for work. I thought I was okay with leaving Arizona, but now that it's really happening, I'm going to miss it. And I really suck at goodbyes. Really. You'd think I'd be better at them. I had to to it when leaving Spain. I had to do it when leaving my mission. I will have to do it when I leave AZ.  

2008- Saryah's Costume Party 

But with all the goodbyes that are on my mind, I keep on remembering something my Spain program director told us during orientation our first few days in Spain.  He told us that saying "adios" is not really the norm there; everyone usually says "hasta luego". They do this because "adios" means "goodbye" and that's too final, as if you're never going to see each other again. Instead they say "see you later" because you'll part for now, but it's not the end. I think of my friendships a lot like that. For realz, Holly, Christina, Naomi, and I haven't been all together since December 2008. I don't know when the next time we'll all be together again (I proposed back in 2009 that we have a 25th birthday group party/celebration cruise where we get to wear matching shirts that say "25 years of *insert something clever here*" but that idea has yet to be really thought out...even though we only have 1.5 years to figure out details.) I'm not planning on coming back to Arizona until November, and only just to see a special someone. I haven't seen the my guy friends from Spain in three years, but we're making plans to hang out when I get to Europe this summer. I know that friendships last; it doesn't matter how often you see or talk to each other. I don't worry about whether or not my real friends will forget me, because even if they're the worst at calling regularly or responding to letters, we're friends and it's something that doesn't easily disappear. My friends are important to me, and I still don't believe in goodbyes. I believe in "Hasta Luego"s. 

Best Letter Ever Received!

News: My friend Terrence got his mission call to the England Manchester Mission.

Terrence got his mission call earlier today and posted it on facebook. He said he would open it at the Institute building at 6pm. Honestly I don't know how he could wait soooooo long. When I got my call...well, I tell you about that in a bit. But at 6, I was there. Too bad Terrence wasn't. :) But seriously, he showed up and we waited for some more close friends who were running late. He brought a map and we all put little tabs on where we thought he would go. When everyone arrived, he opened his letter. The foyer became quiet as the spirit grew stronger and Terrence read his letter. When he read "you have been called to serve in the England Manchester Mission..." everyone went nuts with cheering and clapping. He continued to read his report date when he will arrive at the Preston England Mission Center and continued to read the mission call from the prophet, Thomas S. Monson. I was just brought back to the time when I got my mission call and how wonderful that was. I remembered the feelings of joy I had. Everyone cheered for and hugged Terrence. Then someone started singing "Called to Serve" and I almost lost it. I wanted to sing along but the sight of all these Returned Missionaries gathered around singing:

"Called to serve Him, heavenly King of Glory,
Chosen e'er to witness for his name,
Far and wide we tell the Father's story,
Far and wide his love proclaim"

It was so beautiful and the Spirit testified to me of how the message the missionaries teach is true. It reminded me of the joy I felt as a missionary to teach the gospel of Jesus Christ. Terrence is going to be amazing. I remember meeting him and talking to him about going on a mission. My thoughts have not changed; it will be the most amazing, wonderful, beautiful, life-changing experience ever. Terrence is a man of faith and inner strength who helps me be a better person.

As I left I started remembering the day I received my mission call. It was 17 October 2009. I just had gotten back home from Ottawa, Canada a few days before, where I was visiting Christina and we both caught the swine flu. It had progressed to bronchitis by the time I got to the doctor back in the US, so I was sick and on antibiotics. It was a Saturday, and for some reason my dad didn't go to the ranch to ride horses and rope cattle (which is a miracle in and of itself). For some reason, I went to the to check the mail, which is not something I normally do. I got the mail, and as I was walking back to the house, I was flipping through the letters and saw it. The Letter. My mission call. I went home and called out for everyone to come down so I could read my letter. I called my brother to see if he could come home, but he wasn't answering the phone. I called a couple of times, and no one picked up, so I left a couple of messages. Then I made the wonderful decision to just open the call! I remember reading the mission call to go to the California Santa Rosa Mission-Spanish Speaking and was so excited along with my parents and little sister. After the excitement wore off, we all looked at each other and asked, "Where is Santa Rosa?" True story. We google-mapped it (it's in northern California), and I was excited. I was excited to serve a mission and to learn Spanish, a language that alluded me for years!

I look back at the 18 months I served as a missionary on behalf of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, teaching people His gospel, and it brings me such joy. I think of the answers I would hear when I asked people who had just received a testimony from God that there was a living prophet on the earth, "What does that mean to you?" I think of people who had a desire to know for themselves if the Book of Mormon is scripture from God and prayed; the happiness and clarity that was in their countenance after they received the confirmation of the Holy Ghost was life-changing. I remember talking to a boy who had never prayed in his life, and we taught him how to pray; the next time he talked to us he told us of his experience and how he felt a comforting presence he had never felt before in his life. I love my mission. I love the gospel of Jesus Christ. I know it has been restored to the earth and is found, in its fullness, in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I know that God still talks to the world through a living prophet, Thomas S. Monson. I know that the Book of Mormon is Another Testament of Jesus Christ and tells of Gods dealings with His people on the American continents. I know God loves us and will never leave us without guidance.  I know it, and I cannot deny it.