My last day of church was actually fast Sunday. General Conference was the first weekend in October. So I do remember bearing my testimony in relief society. I remember crying.
I also remember that Sister Pendleton made the closing hymn, "God be with you till we meet again." I looked up at her (she was the chorister) and she smiled me. I wanted to die inside. It made me so sad inside!
After church I said goobye to as many people as I could. It didn't seem real that I was no longer going to be attending this chapel in Princeton anymore. It was mind boggling that I would be at my own chapel the following Sunday. I would be speaking and I knew what my topic was.
It was happening. I was going home and there was nothing I could do about it. But don't get me wrong. It wasn't that I didn't want to go home--it was more the fact that I didn't want to end my time being a full time missionary.
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