Mongolia...
It feels very surreal to be writing this last email right now. When I first started my mission I was a bit stressed about how long I would be gone and how much I would miss out on, but at the end of it all it's almost crazy to me to feel like I didn't really miss out on that much, and I wasn't gone that long. But the last two years have been the fastest time of my life. Looking back I feel like I was always doing something even if we really were just killing time and walking around. I have a lot of emotions running through my head about what I just did. It still feels like I'm gonna be here another 6 months or something, America sorta doesn't seem real. It's a weird feeling going home, I'm extremely excited beyond my ability to describe, but I'm starting to lament a lot of the things I know I will miss, specifically the people and culture here. I really lucked out with my mission, being able to serve in such an ancient culture, deep in customs and belief...
