Agast I am at the long absence from my dear journal! My whole life has changed since my last entry, and I suppose I should set down the story. The trip was uneventful, praise be to the Lord! I am now sitting in my new bed chamber, which on my arrival was bare of any stick of furniture but that has quickly been remedied. I confess I have not had much time to think on my dear friends that I left behind, I have been in such a fluster. School started yesterday morning, so I had a whole week to explore my new surroundings and meet new acquaintances. There are very few young people my age to converse with, which is mightily vexing. The one gentleman, by the name of Martin, is very agreeable, gentlemanly, and kind; but as I have only just met him 6 days ago, he cannot fill the empty place that my lady friends of Virginia have left. I can visit my old home only in my dreams, sleep being that sweet time of forgetfullness and remembrance, where visiting with friends seems real enough. I miss everyone dearly and have still to hear from any of them as yet there have been no letters. I am doubly sad as my birthday draws near and I have no one to share the joy with.

Adieu my dear journal, I have been away from my studies for too long now.

I take up my pen in a disconsolate state of mind. I have not been out of doors lately as the heavens have taken the liberty of every few hours to shower us with their frozen gifts. In less than a week I shall have to leave this place I have only ever known as home - my dearest Virginia - and begin etiquettal school. The thought has taken a lighter note as I think upon it more and more, though I know in my heart that I would freely give up the opportunity should other circumstances arrise. Many have assured me that I am priviledged to have the chance to go, and though I know it is my duty, it does not lessen the grievous pain in my heart. I have already left my home, which shall never be mine again, and am residing in the lovely colony of Pennsylvania with relatives.

To think that all this sadness should be over something so mediocre compared to what my Saviour did for me. It just goes to prove how finite and self-centered we beings can be. But He had met me through all the trials, and I shall not submit to this pain and numbness that threatens to consume me, for He shall sustain me.
I am ever glad that He is fighting this with me or I fear I should not come out successful.

Adieu, journal.