Welcome to my first official entry of Self Portrait Tuesday! To see all rules and guidelines, see Christina's blog.
I hate this picture. It's not attractive, I had just got off the plane from Toronto, was at my heaviest, was feeling all kinds of confused, not wanting to be home but so excited to see my dear family.
And so, I hate it but it at the same time carries so much nostalgia from that period of my life. It feels so long ago. I was very much devoted to being a missionary, and now I feel so distant from that feeling. It's no that I don't want to any longer, but the intensity has definitely faded. I thought there was no way I could adjust back into normal life, and yet here I am.
I got off that plane, and knew that I wouldn't see my family until I made my way to the baggage claim. And so I wandered around the D gates for a full 20 minutes. I was afraid. Feared the life that I now needed to face, that I wasn't good enough. I finally made my way down the escalator and found the most accepting family ever. Something I had truly missed during that time away. Seeing the faces of those who I knew loved and understood me. Supported me in everything, and would be proud of me no matter what. They didn't care that I was crazy return missionary Sarah, or that I had gained weight, that I had a bad haircut, or that I didn't want to be home. They just loved me. That was such a comfort.
I chose this photo as I couldn't access others and I thought it more comical than anything. Didn't realize how much it symbolized to me.
4 comments:
I'm sad I couldn't be there for this event. At least now I have a picture of it.
I remember that day.
Me too. Nina, you were awesome. Thanks for taking care of me during that time. You were so patient.
Rach, I wish you could have been there as well. I missed you, still do.
Whatever Sarah, you look pretty dang beautiful in this picture. Additionally, your hair cut isn't bad. Additionally, I admire and love that you went on a mission and experienced all the raw stuff during and after it.
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