Wow!  How time flies!  20 years ago, I just 1st arrived into Winnipeg about a year, and felt “called” to a Religious Order.  So, I had an intensive French immersion course, so I could join this Order., as it is located near Quebec City.

Today, 20 years ago I would have been in transit heading towards this location.  I left Winnipeg by Greyhound bus, and travelled 2 nights, and 2 days (never again) I swore.  But, thought if I was to take a vow of “poverty” this was the way to travel.

I arrived the following morning early, and a Sister came to pick me up and generously took me to the Noviciate of the Nunery.  The Maitress de Novice (Novice Mistress) let me rest until the 13th of December, as their was another girl coming to join and we both could start our engagements on the 13th of December.

Settling into the routine reasonably fast, the early (5:30) mornings were a challenge, and by the time lights out came at 9:30 trust me I was happy to get to bed!

I had to be up so early as my responsibilties entailed the Refectory (dining hall) and preparation of Breakfast.  Then onto the Morning Religious Offices, Mass, finally Breakfast, and the rest of the daily routine.

I found it enjoyable, and a challenge being away from friends and family for so long and far.

Come early February, there was some activities with the group of which some of the Winnipeg Friends came to participate.  Including My Grandmother.  So the Novice Mistress called us into the office and she told me that “This isn’t your place.”  Gave me a couple of very lame reasons, and I was sent home back to Winnipeg.

So, I was crying, I felt happy there.  Didn’t understand why, but, came home to Winnipeg, and then tried looking for work, and found menial jobs.  Eventually taking “training” as A Home Care Aide, and then the rest they say is “history”.

But, reflecting back, it seems just like yesterday.