I miss a lot of things from my mission, some of which are spiritual and meaningful, others a bit more trite, but I miss them all the same:
I miss having the ocean nearby– I loved seeing the sea in both of the cities where I served.
I miss eating delicious rye bread every day, especially with lingonberry jam.
I miss saying "lähetyssaarnaja" and "Myöhempien Aikojen Pyhien Jeesuksen Kristuksen Kirkko" and having people understand me.
I miss having 3 hours set aside in the morning to study the scriptures, practice Finnish, and prepare my lessons and tasks for the day.
I miss Finnish dairy products. Yogurt most of all.
I miss wearing holes through all my winter tights and repairing them with a needle and thread five minutes before I leave the house in an attempt to be thrifty.
I miss tracting and street contacting. Those are the things I never thought I'd miss, but I miss the opportunity to just come out and tell people what I believed and testify to them right there.
I miss the Finns and their reserve. North Americans are so noisy and rude sometimes.
I miss salmiakki.
I miss Finland.