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thirteenrocksAs mentioned before, I found a box of letters that I had here at my parents house, that to be honest, I had all but forgotten.
What I found were letters sent from old boyfriends, friends, theater campers, high school pals, and the like dating from circa 1993. #13
It was a trip down memory lane. A trip that proved with its own pitfalls and choices. Interesting enough it wa, to think back where I was then, and where I was now. I had forgotton some people, and found that I had many foriegn pen pals, which over the years, I failed to keep in touch with. One who lived in Pisa Italy, a place, which now I have been.
Others who lived in Russia, poland and france. If only I had kept in contact with them, and were able to meet up with them someday over there, now that I have been there done that, and reflecting back then I would of never dreamed of being over in europe, and now at the ripe age of 27, I have been there twice.
And there were other "ghosts". People I worked with, fairwell good luck cards from jobs, and classmates from High School.
One of them, E.Otto, wrote to me while she attended college at Bradley. Looking back, I remeber at the time, I just didn't get it. I was still in H.S., and now, after being through college, it brings joy to read them. She used to write such rich poetry, and had such an insight on everything. I wondered where she was now...
From what limited search the internet has, I believe to have found her. A Dr. of History of Art, at University of Michigan. As an attempt to gain back what was once lost, I emailed her.
And in hope of a reply...
and maybe there is a light out there.
and maybe people change, and maybe it's the facination of where people are now, and what they may doing, and what they have experience, that keeps me going...
What I found were letters sent from old boyfriends, friends, theater campers, high school pals, and the like dating from circa 1993. #13
It was a trip down memory lane. A trip that proved with its own pitfalls and choices. Interesting enough it wa, to think back where I was then, and where I was now. I had forgotton some people, and found that I had many foriegn pen pals, which over the years, I failed to keep in touch with. One who lived in Pisa Italy, a place, which now I have been.
Others who lived in Russia, poland and france. If only I had kept in contact with them, and were able to meet up with them someday over there, now that I have been there done that, and reflecting back then I would of never dreamed of being over in europe, and now at the ripe age of 27, I have been there twice.
And there were other "ghosts". People I worked with, fairwell good luck cards from jobs, and classmates from High School.
One of them, E.Otto, wrote to me while she attended college at Bradley. Looking back, I remeber at the time, I just didn't get it. I was still in H.S., and now, after being through college, it brings joy to read them. She used to write such rich poetry, and had such an insight on everything. I wondered where she was now...
From what limited search the internet has, I believe to have found her. A Dr. of History of Art, at University of Michigan. As an attempt to gain back what was once lost, I emailed her.
And in hope of a reply...
and maybe there is a light out there.
and maybe people change, and maybe it's the facination of where people are now, and what they may doing, and what they have experience, that keeps me going...
