dear, january 2013

Dear ________,

[Munich. November 2011.]


Munich… you’re the bee’s knees, ya know that? I just wish you weren’t so darn far away from my friends and family back in the U-S-of-A. Hopefully you all will meet eventually. You’d hit it off great, I just know it.

Christmas 2012… you came out of nowhere and left me in a whirlwind of unfinished business. I wasn’t able to send out a single Christmas card! Or presents, really! And next year, Christmas 2013, I’ll be home. And most importantly, I’ll be prepared.

Skype… I’ve told you once and I’ll tell you a thousand times more: THANK YOU. 

Friends and Family… Most of my days are spent with moments of “oooh’s” and “ahhh’s” and, of course, a whole lot of “oh, if only they were here to see/smell/taste/experience this with me!” It’s quite a conundrum, really. So if you could just hop your cabooses right on over that’d be great.

German keyboards… UGH. That is all. Reallz. (get it?!)

Candy Crush on iPhone… you are ruining my life. 

Paulo Coehlo… I just finished a few of your books and must say, Eleven Minutes was my favorite thus far. Holy guacamole, some parts just fit along with my life like a soundtrack. (Minus the prostitution and all that jazz. Rather how the main character up and leaves to a foreign country. It captures so many of my feelings perfectly.) So thank you, dear sir. Your words are like medicine for the soul.

It isn’t easy being far from my family and from the language in which I can express all my feelings and emotions, but from now on, whenever I feel depressed, I will remember that funfair. If I had fallen asleep and suddenly woken up on a roller coaster, what would I feel? 

Well, I would feel trapped and sick, terrified of every bend, wanting to get off. However, if I believe that the track is my destiny and that God is in charge of the machine, then the nightmare becomes something thrilling. It becomes exactly what it is, a roller coaster, a safe, reliable toy, which will eventually stop, but while the journey lasts, I must look at the surrounding landscape and  whoop with excitement.

Jerkface… enough is enough. 

Phil Dunphyyou are giving my love Raymond a run for his money. Seriously. I love you.

January… please be kind. And exciting! But mostly kind.

You… thanks for all of your support and messages. You have no idea how much you have helped in my healing.

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