wednesday, jenn left on her mission.
i ache in a way that i didn't know i would. jenn and i shared a room for twenty years, give or take. we grew up doing everything together and have always remained best friends. when i got married and became a recluse, jenn would drag me out. i have always been able to tell her everything and have always looked up to her.
and now, she'll be across the world for eighteen months. i don't think it's fully hit me yet that i won't be able to simply send her a text, call her, go into the other room and see her, etc.
i've written her like a million letters already, and she's still in the MTC!