Have you ever organized your desk, scoured the attic, or browsed garage boxes and found old letters from lovers, high school friends, or…yourself? Encased in dust, scourged by yellow, or just plain unread for years?
I did recently, and was amazed at how so much — and so little, really — has changed. In a recent bureau drawer cleanse, I discovered 1989 letters I wrote my mom from college, and the trademark insecurity, flippantness, and introspection is there; as are a girl’s words spoken into the world unfolding in front of her.
Eye-opening, sobering, amazing, centering, and bittersweeting.
Meanwhile, would you share one of your “found” letters here? It could be from someone else (bonus points for juiciness) or from YOU to someone you love/d, hate/d, admired, cherished, dumped, believed, married, broke.
Please post your letter (bonus bonus points for pictures AND explanation) in your blog and leave a link in the comments here.
P.S. I’ll be back here tomorrow to expand/expound/post the letter I wrote as shown above.