i adore words and i adore letters. in fact, i frequently find myself
mourning the lost art form of letter-writing. words have always deeply affected
me, just ask anyone who has called someone a peach in front of me (i swoon,
every time) and a handwritten letter has always touched a special place in my
heart (so if you feel compelled to write me while in ireland, i wouldn't object). there is something about the written word and the simple thought behind someone
taking precious time to write out their thoughts to you that is simply
beautiful. every summer i try to resurrect this practice and write letters, but
it rarely works. i once again came to
ireland hoping to keep up with writing letters to share my memories with
friends and family back home.
little did i know how lovely and precious all of my friends
and family back home are. before stepping on the plane, i
was given a large stack of letters and notes from my beautiful friends and
darling sisters. i was so touched and reading these words of encouragement has
meant the world to me, enveloping me in love every day and giving me the courage to
live abroad. my sister sarah wrote me a series of cards for all of the
feelings i will inevitably feel, since she will not be here to help me deal with them. she truly
is a peach. and a gem. and an angel. and i love her. in addition to the
expected emotions (anger, insecurity, homesickness, etc.) she included surprises for when
i feel rebellious (to prevent further tattoos) and for when i need a fairytale
(as in every.single.day.). and yes, you should be jealous that you don't have her as your delightful sister.
please don’t let the art of hand-written letters die. enjoy life. and above
all, don’t give up on fairytales.
