Letters from the North–Part 3
Dear 19-year-old self,
Did you know, that eleven years from now, these will still be some of the best friends of your life? Did you know that you will gather and laugh until you cry, and exchange pajamas, just like you did today, and tell stories of what you have been doing all these years? And you will marvel at how so many people thrown together can come to be so close in such a short time, and that so many years later there will still be that magical connection.
You will reminisce about poetry readings and burning pinatas, old boyfriends (a close call!), pranks that involved busts of Beethoven and refried beans.
You have no idea what is in store for you. So many of your goals are about to come true, but not in the order or way you expect. Life is about to get crazier, more exciting, noisier and more adventurous than you ever imagined. Strap yourself in. It will be a fun ride. There will be a lot of little boys involved. Breathe deep. You love little boys.
I wish I could tell you to cherish this time, because it is the best, but you already know that. When you walk through that apartment door and within five minutes drop to the floor in laughter, hold that tightly in your memory. Some of these dear friends will go through trials you could never imagine. There is no way to prepare you for that. Just keep being a friend. It’s all you can do.
And now, on to the future. Laugh. Listen to Neil Diamond. Have stag dances. Write bad poetry about your4 a.m. janitorial job. Wear sweaters with staples and tape holding them together. Speak a lot of Russian. And when you catch the eye of that guy in the oversized BYU sweatshirt, pounding his way on a keyboard in the newsroom, give him a wink. He may just be your man.
P.S. Post inspired by this blog.