Anticipating exile

I received a visit today. It will probably be my last visit for at least the next year, as the prison where I will be transferred to receive the training is way up in Northern California. It will be a six hour drive from everyone I love. 

Sacrificing my visits for a year may sound extreme, but the training I'm going to receive will help me fulfill my calling. My loved ones understand that and they're supportive. Honestly, I think I'll be so engrossed in the training that the time will fly by before I know it. They might keep me so busy that my journal entries dwindle...