wishing I was here
or here today.
mount of olives
Instead I am here in Provo, getting ready for church on Sunday, not Saturday. Where is my view of the Old City from the chapel? Where are the groups of students deciding if they should go to the garden tomb, gethsemane, or the orson hyde park?
Instead I'm going to the SWKT, will stare at a brown wall during sacrament meeting, and will go to my basement apartment post-church.
One of the weirdest things about being home is people asking, "how was Jerusalem?"
How do you put into words something that changed your whole life?
I can only say, "incredible."