Being in constant movement is not easy, we see even the truest of friendships die and we are forced to start new ones, we leave our friends and when we come back they are not the same. Then when we finally settle down we love but at the same time hate having missionary friends; we love having them because they understand what we go through, they know our situation and they sympathize with us. But as we grow accustomed to them we hate having them because we know that soon they are going to leave and we will be strangers again. But now I understand the great beauty of them, we learn to enjoy every moment together because it might be the last one, we don’t take them for granted because on a level we depend on them, they become our brothers and sisters and also a rock in which we can lay down our heads at and just let go of the craziness of the world around us. What if everybody was like that? ? What if everybody was able to experience the world and start over again? What if friends were friends and they counted each moment as their last so there wouldn’t be any regrets?