I unearthed a box of old letters during our move. These morsels date from the mid 90s, those post-college, pre-marriage days. I'm struck by several things. First, there are cards and letters from people professing eternal friendship and love. Some of these gals have hung in there; most I haven't spoken to in years; others I don't even remember.
Second, these were more turbulent years, the "I dated a convicted felon" years; and I owe thanks and a shout out to people (my big brother, for instance) who bailed me out and helped me through it --because I wasn't altogether mature or responsible. Playing the victim, a bit of a whiner. But then I'm reading letters from friends detailing their failed romances and jobs. And I see that we were all whining and kvetching. Must have been something in the water.
No comments:
Post a Comment