Shortly after my twenty-first birthday I began an 18-month mission for my church. It began with a three week training period in the MTC (Missionary Training Center). The morning I entered the MTC I ate breakfast with my family, hung out with a friend and then drove to the MTC. There I entered a closed campus, got shots, stood in long lines, went to meetings and was surrounded by complete strangers. That night when I took out my journal I started an entry with the date and time like usual and then wrote about my day outside the MTC, then I started a new page with the same date and time and wrote about my day within the MTC. The experiences were too different they felt like at least different days maybe even weeks.
Late this week I returned to my college life after spending a week or two with my sister and her kids. I spent days talking to my sister, holding babies, wrapping presents, dropping kids off at school, and screwing in door-stoppers. Then I was back, going to campus, living with adult roommates, being asked about my life plans, doing things with friends, working on my own projects in relative quiet.... Surely I wasn't with my sister just four days ago!
Both these experiences felt like more time should have passed because so much had changed.... Although it makes sense that our brains link time and amounts of change together it is also kind of weird.
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