What is it about letters? Handwritten messages from one person to another. They make whatever you have to say ten times more important and suddenly set in stone. It is a memory that you hold in your hand, and a moment in time that forever stands still because even though it ends, you can always start reading again. It is one of the simplest ways to feel loved. Anyone call give you a phone call...heck an email or a text is even easier, more convenient, and less personal, and for some reason in our society today this is how we prefer to communicate. But a letter, ohhhhh a letter says I miss you. It says I was thinking about you. And not just a you popped into my head type of thing, but a you've been on my mind situation and I care. I care enough to take the time to write down my thoughts and feelings to share with you. A letter is a glimpse into the soul of the writer, and a treasure far greater than gold to the one lucky enough to receive it. A letter says, I love you. It says you are important. I found some paper, hunted for an envelope, tracked down a stamp, and then trusted a stranger to somehow deliver my words safely to you. It makes hanging onto every word that much more real, that much more powerful. To me, a handwritten letter is one of the biggest gestures that anyone can make. Showing that you value me. Letters can change lives. In a soft, unspoken way that the sender usually doesn't understand, but that the receiver will never forget. It is truly an art, and a lost one at that. And I don't understand why. Cause if you had the chance to have your words immortalized...wouldn't you take it?
Okay first things first....I went to WA to see my friend Liz. Look how cute she is! She got a grown up job and moved to the *cutest* little town in WA and I miss her, so I took a few days for myself and went on a trip to see her. Secondly, I want it to be known that I DID invite a friend to come with me. I have a good friend who I would have loved to have join me on the trip, but when he couldn't come I was sad but didn't bat an eye. Here are the reasons that I invited him: He is excellent company. He has a great taste in music. He is friends with Liz as well. I thought it would be fun if he came. The end that is all. I didn't invite him to make the trip cheaper, to help drive, or to make me feel safer. It would have been fun if he could have come, but either way I was going to go. I drove to Washington by myself because I could. Because I am saying YES. Because I am done waiting for "someday". Someday when I have more money, or
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