It’s been a month and three days since my last Little Letters post – I guess it’s about time I bring back another one. It’s been a weird month – a lot of settling into myself, I suppose. And I’ve come to the decision that settling into yourself really is the answer to everything. SO, without further delay:
Dear Maine-Heart, I love that I can always turn to you, even when I don’t realize I need it.
Dear Tetris, I forgot how much you rock. Holy mind-melt. Thanks for that bit of nostalgia and relaxation, even if I never made it past level four because I’m now old(er) and suck at my favorite games.
Dear Ikea, You made me a happy camper this weekend. Spending five hours doing nothing but perusing textures, colors and patterns made my inner artist scream for a little love and attention.
Dear ITP, I never thought I’d like hanging out inside-the-perimeter. I don’t consider myself a country girl, by any means, but I much prefer smaller, walk-able, historic little towns. You’re not so bad, though, Atlanta.
Dear Interstates, I have conquered you. CONQUERED!
Dear Bitch-in-the-Box via Google Maps, I should probably give you a new nickname, because you’re the only reason I conquered interstates in the first place. It’s much easier to navigate traveling from interstate to interstate in Atlanta when you have someone in your ear saying ‘In a quarter mile, take the exit on the right to >insertlocation< and then follow the left fork onto >insert interstate<’ No reason to panic! You’re my new best friend.
Dear SoCon14, Public speaking wasn’t my thing. Huge fear. I’ve written multiple blog posts about it. However, I’m finding myself not so scared to speak, now. I want to do it. I’m almost *excited* to do it. Whaaat?
Dear Senior Seminar Project, You will not defeat me. If I didn’t let Italian defeat me, a peace project definitely will not, either!
Dear ArtistChild, The sass has to go. HAS to. Parenting a preteen is more challenging than parenting a toddler – your brother as a toddler, to be specific, and he’s even crazier than you were. Just breathe, and smile. Or, something.
Dear Ninja, Thank you for being an angel, today, babycakes. I’ve missed my cute little man.
Dear WildSisters, Oh, the projects you ladies have going on are too darn inspiring! I love seeing how much we’re all growing together!
Caro tu, vi ringrazio per appena essere te. Tu sei esattamente quello che mi serve, quando ne ho bisogno.