Love Letter to an Old Friend

I should preface this by clearly stating that she is not old. I have just known her a long time. Nearly, in fact, half of my life, which is scary. And, I must admit, not well until I moved to Boston.

To the girl who was my next door neighbor in my first college dorm...

I've been reading through your blog, and I am both excited and nervous for you. I know how long you and your professor have been thinking about this project. Dr. Boy and I are caught up as what feels to be the lone holdouts in our group of friends. But, really, that's a lie. I too have been observing, and getting fearful. I guess that a leap this big should be terrifying, and that the worry means you'll be better prepared. And, rewarded for your effort and strife.

You taught me my favorite religious jokes, because they are true and warm and full of love for a culture of faith. Which is something that I don't discuss with people, because it's private and not for casual conversation. I want you to know that I have faith in you. Rather, in y'all. I know, with all of my superstitious, nutty certainty that your heart's desire waits for you. I don't know how it will come to you, but I am sure that it will. And, panic, exhaustion and embattled meals will not dull it for you.

Chin up, and my fingers are crossed. I think we have spoken about Elephants at some point, but if not, we should chat. My nutty voo-doo nonsense has a track record now. And, yes, rip up the shirt. Sounds cool, but I think the sentiment is correct.

XOXO,

M