I would see faces of investigators that I taught. I would see the faces of the obnoxious teenage boys that would hang out in my neighborhood (the bloc boys, as I lovingly call them), and many others. And for a while, it had kind of stopped. But now that BYU campus is now jam packed with people, it's been happening again. It's so weird, seriously! I stare at people and think "where do I know you? oh yeah, you look just like so and so in Romania."And then, "oh...Romania." sigh. I feel just like Jonathan from Everything is Illuminated, and when it happens, it makes me miss Romania so much. But I don't want it to stop.
Wouldn't it just be nice if in those very moments I could just go over there and see those peeps and chat for a bit? That would be sweet. If only!
So I guess the moral of this story is that I miss Romania. And I want to go back. Anyone want to go with me?
I will. Will you take me?
ReplyDeleteI will. Love you. Dad
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