I can’t wait till Wednesday. I want to enter the MTC right now. But of course I must wait. I didn’t get any packing done yesterday. I’ll probably wait till the last minute like always. It’s kind of weird saying goodbye to everyone and knowing that I won’t see any of them for two years. Good thing I’ll be able to write letters. Goodbyes really aren’t goodbyes if people can stay in touch with letters. I’m still in a kind of dream world — none of this seems real yet. I don’t think it will seem real until I get to the MTC and realize I’m actually a missionary. Maybe it won’t even happen until I get to Thailand. But I suppose it doesn’t really matter if it seems real or not — as long as I can do the work, that’s all that matters. My dream world will catch up to reality sooner or later. I haven’t gotten sad yet. I’m sure that will come before long, though, so there’s no rush. I hope the homesickness isn’t too intense when it does arrive. I’m not actually worrying about any of this, of course. I’m not afraid at all. Yet. This mission will certainly be an adventure. Thailand is definitely not Utah. Tomorrow I’m shutting down my e-mail accounts. I’ll probably go through withdrawals. Writing letters by hand is fun, of course, but it’s also rather slow, and postage isn’t cheap (80 cents for letters to/from Thailand). Oh well — I must write letters if I wish to receive them.