Mom wants to turn my old bedroom into a storage room, so I’ve been heading down to sort through the stuff I’ve left behind. Boxing up the stuff I want to save, throwing away garbage, putting aside stuff to be donated, all that good stuff.
While I was sorting today, I found a Priority Mail box that I’d forgotten about: it’s absolutely stuffed full of letters and cards. I used to be an avid penpal, and I saved all the letters that I ever got. I took the box with me and dumped it out on the kitchen table, sifting through the pile.
I expected some of what I found: Letters from the cousin I used to write to, a stack from my longest penpal, and a few birthday cards. But there were definitely surprises in the pile. One was a few letters from a friend that I was in love with, and I even had two from a teacher that I had a crush on. The latter told me that the world was more interesting with me in it, and to find my self-confidence. It didn’t mean much to me then, but now, it makes me smile.
I also found a love letter. I’ve said for years that I’ve never gotten a love letter, so this was a real surprise. I’m embarrassed to say that I honestly don’t remember the guy it was from, but it was very sweet. Full of how he was thinking of me, couldn’t wait to hold me and kiss me.
I was planning to toss the box in the recycling bin. After all, these were from my teenage years, and earlier, and those weren’t happy times in my life. After reading a few of these, I changed my mind. I think I’ll get a better box and keep them around. It might be nice to pull them out in a few years and remember that everything about being a teen wasn’t awful.