The Best is Yet to Be

I've been home at my parents house for six days now, and they have tried so hard to make it nice for me. I appreciate and love them for all that they do. Still, it's hard for me to be stuck in this transitional phase where i'm not part of anything. I come and go as I please, but with that freedom comes a feeling of uselessness. In Provo, I had my place. I contributed to the society in which I lived.
St. George brings new challenges for me. I feel like Lot's wife, looking back at the city she knew so well, friends she must have had, and her life's memories and experiences. It's time for me to move on, but I can't help looking back. There are obvious differences to her story and mine. For example, I'm not turning into a pillar of salt and Provo, UT isn't exactly sodom and gomhorra.
The whole experience reminds me of a talk by Elder Holland called, "The Best is Yet to Be." He challenges us to realize that God has better things planned for us if we are willing to move forward with our lives and not dwell in the past. While we have great memories of where we were and the friends we've had, Elder Holland reminds his readers that we are not through creating memories. There is more to our story, and God has greater plans for us than we know.
There's a great, big world out there, and I know that God is ready to help me see the great things to come. St. George is just a stop on the way to where I'm going, and I need to keep the bigger picture in mind as I prepare to move ot Austria again, and learn more about who I can become and the people I can serve.