Has It Really Been Two Years?!?!

So you guys. You guys, you guys, you guys. I know I haven't posted on here in WAY too long and I'm sure everyone figured I had died or left on my mission already or got married or...something. Well none of that is true.
I suppose it's just been easier not to write because I have felt so confused as to what I was doing with my life. Can I just tell you how incredible my life has been recently though? I mean everything hasn't been perfect but I've learned more about my Savior. I've learned more about sacrifice. I've learned more about the power of the Atonement. I've learned more about my Heavenly Father's plan for me. I've learned more about scriptures. I've just learned...more. Sacrificing something good for something better seems to do that to ya'...
And as I've been growing, struggling to figure things out, and preparing for a mission...time has passed. Seth will be home in...27 days. What?!? What?! I can't quite wrap my head around this. Is it really happening?! Have two years really passed and the time has actually come?? Apparently.

We haven't really communicated one on one (I have send him short updates on my life here and there and have just received his family emails) for the last eight months or so. I have dated other guys since he has been gone. I have, however, stayed true to the agreement we made before he left: "I want you to date and be happy while I'm gone...just please don't be married when I get home." Psh. Please. I'm as far from married as I'll ever be. I have been praying about a mission on and off over the last year and have been preparing for that. In other words, I have not been the typical, faithfully-writing-every-week missionary girlfriend. I'm not even sure if you could call me a missionary girlfriend anymore at all. I don't even call myself that.
But I do have a missionary that I pray for every day. There is a young man halfway across the world that, amongst all of the changes and experiences I've undergone, has never really left my mind.There's a relationship on which I've never given up. There's a best friend that I've never completely let go of and that I'm excited to get back.
And he's coming home soon.

I'm scared. I'm giddy. I'm all sorts of emotions.
We have both changed so much that I feel like we barely know each other now. Will things pick up where they left off? Or will we be like two strangers? I just don't know what to expect. What to feel. What to think.
All I know is that, the closer it gets, the less nervous I become and the more excitement takes over. I'm excited to get to know who he has become.
The day after I see him for the first time, though, I drive back to Lincoln to begin my mission interviews. What a strange turn of events...we never thought that this would be our situation upon his return. But here it is. And it's beautiful. And it's exciting. And it's great. I have no doubt that there's a plan. For each of us. We just have to figure out what our plans entail and act upon that discovery, even if it's one week, one day at a time.
No matter what may happen, I cannot wait to see him again. And I'm ready for this.