I found this letter among my stationary stash the other day. I am notorious for keeping things from forever ago, and sometimes unpacking my things is like a treasure hunt. I would date this to around my middle school years based on my awesome handwriting. Who was it to? I don’t know. I had thought and was reaffirmed by Jose that it was a letter to myself, but then I questioned why I would refer to myself as a dear friend.
It’s entirely possible though, as I did love writing letters to my future self. As a teenager I was infinitely more dramatic than I am today. I don’t remember being unhappy, but often feeling trapped and out of place. I always had this fear of being stuck where I was and never getting to see the world. Of course under the magnifying glass of teenage hormones, it probably seemed like a horrible fate to feel as though you didn’t quite fit in. Now my world is bigger, and I’ve realized that not only do I fit in, but I fit in everywhere. Why? Because I don’t need to be like everyone else, I just need to be me.
Yes, my dear friend, today my life is rather enjoyable. I thank you for giving it a good foundation to stand upon.