Musings of a 22-year-old preparing to enter the convent

By the time you read this, I will already be in the convent. Most likely. As I write this, I am in Northern California, sitting in my childhood bedroom. The Little House on the Prairie books, high school cross country medals, and Jonas Brothers posters are all still here. The walls are still pink. This visit is bittersweet, as I am preparing to embark on a spiritual journey I have been fervently anticipating for over a year, while at the same time I am learning how to say goodbye to my family, friends, and former way of life.

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