I was leaving home forever. I wasn’t terribly sad, though. After all, it wasn’t as if I were going to a mission outpost in a South American jungle. I felt like a bride must feel on her wedding day, nostalgic for the security, the love and comforts of home, but happy to be with the one I love. As I stood at the imposing entrance to my new home I shook with fright. I remembered how dark the interior of the convent seemed the few times I had been inside the reception area, the parlor and the chapel. But I never had even a peek beyond the mysterious double doors, closed to the outside world!