I am a visitor here. I am not permanent.

I am at church at the MTC with my parents. My dad serves in a branch
presidency here. It probably would have been wise to find whatever
student ward is meeting in Provo, but I didn't want to hunt one down and
go by myself.

The meeting schedule is unusual here. My dad is in some kind of meeting,
branch presidency things or district meeting or something, and my mom is
in Relief Society. I'm just in the front lobby waiting for Elders'
Quorum.

They haven't replaced the pictures of Elder Faust or Elder Eyring yet.
There are 11 apostles lined up on the wall, across from a presidency of
2. There is a first edition Book of Mormon on display (I've handled one
of those before), as well as the old stone inscription that president
McKay spoke about. "What E'er Thou Art, Act Well Thy Part."

It's funny being here. Brings back some memories. Everybody so formal,
speaking badly broken second languages, always on a schedule, memorizing
scriptures and trying to catch the spirit like it was some dove that
flew in the building and got lost. It's funny. But at the same time I
feel a bit like a fraud, here with no companion, nametag, or even a
calling.

We do get to have lunch after meetings, though. I'm looking forward to
that.