It is so hard to believe that it was 15 years ago today that I entered the MTC! Here is a picture of me with my sister Angela at her apartment in Provo. This was right as we were leaving to drop me off at the MTC. It seems like forever ago and just yesterday . . . all in the same breath.
This was the good ol' MTC District (minus my companion who was taking the picture).
Here is me and my MTC companion Sister Dye pointing to our missions.
My comp was pointing to Los Angeles, California and I was pointing to Arcadia, California. It ends up, I didn't end up serving in Arcadia. Back in the day, if you have a medical condition, you would have to meet with the MTC docs to discuss if the area you have been called is medically ok for you. Because I have asthma, the MTC doc requested a mission change due to the smog that would be in that area of CA. My call was resubmitted to the First Presidency and they would pray about whether a change was right. It was not guaranteed that they would change my mission, but it was a possibility. It was the entire 3 weeks that I was in the MTC that I didn't know for sure where I would be serving. And of course, that is the question that everyone asks you the whole time you are there. I got sick of explaining why I didn't know where I would be serving and so I later just started making up places that sounded cool. A couple of days before I left the MTC I was called to the Eugene, Oregon Mission.
This was my fan club who was at the airport in Salt Lake to see me off. My sister Angela on the left of me, then on my right was my best friend growing up, who was also my Ricks College roommate-Season, and another Ricks College roommate who was attending BYU at the time-Jaylynn.
Funny story (maybe not so much then though): Because of my mission change, I had to fly out at an awkward time for the Eugene Mission. There was no one else coming to the mission at the time and so I had to fly out by myself (usually you fly with a group of missionaries who are going to your same mission). This feels a little awkward because you are taught the whole time you are in the MTC to not be alone and to always have your companion with you and here I am all alone. I arrive at the Eugene airport expecting the mission president and his wife to be waiting for me. There was no one there. I go and pick up my bags. Still no one. I pull all my bags up to a seat and sit down and wait for a long time. Still no one. By this point I have a lump in my throat. Maybe no one here even knows that I have been called to this mission. I finally look in the phone book and call the mission office. They
did know that I was coming they had just made a mistake on the time.