I’ve cleaned out a TON of junk. Seriously, you guys, I was keeping drawings and paintings from when I was 5 years old. Now, while some of them are lovely, I don’t need to keep entire sketchbooks of the crap I did when I was bored and uninterested even in what I was drawing. No sir. Toss.
I’ve accumulated all of this stuff from several boxes into one, small, organized little box. A few medals that I’m proud of, some schoolwork and artwork that is impressive, old photos (that I really should file, but Rome wasn’t built in a day), and even some curls from when I lopped them off at the age of 12 (guess what? It’s kind of weird, but kind of cool, and my hair is the same colour). One of my favourite things? A letter from myself, at the age of 11, TO myself, at the age of 21. Should I answer it in interview style? You bet I should. My thoughts are in the brackets. So, without further ado:
[On the front]: To be opened by Jessica when she’s twenty-one.
How you must have changed in ten years! What’s your job? An architect? [This is what I wanted to do for a long, long time, until I realized that math was not my strong suit. Kind of a necessity in architecture.] You’re not married, I hope. [Nope. Well, 11-year-old Jess, 1 out of 2 ain’t bad, I guess….] I’m giving you a reminder that you’re not supposed to open this until you’re TWENTY-ONE. It says so on the envelope. [Bossy little thing.] What university did you go to? [Trent. It was amazing. You learned a lot!] Do you still have the ‘Second Sight’? [Oh, obnoxiously weird 11-year-old Jess….for those of you who haven’t read the Emily of New Moon series by Lucy Maud Montgomery, one of the characters was supposed to have glimpses of the Scottish ‘Second Sight’ – eerie supernatural premonitions. Kind of a psychic ability. I NEVER had this ability, but seem to have desperately wanted other people to believe that I did. Transparent, my child.] Your writing and printing must be neater than mine. [Ummm…no.] Right now, I mean. [What?!] You seem like a whole different person than me. [Your perception is poor, my love. I’m not different, really.] Are Sunita, Carley, and Ashley still around? [Childhood friends. Well, you guys, are you?] Any of them famous? [Facebook famous!] I wonder if you grew you’re [sic] hair long. [This battle still wages…] Sorry it couldn’t be longer! [I assume you’re referring to the letter, not my hair. Or maybe you meant both…maybe you DO have the Second Sight, you little witch!]
From, your OLD SELF
(P.S. – Write to 31.) [Maybe.]
Well, I hope you enjoyed this little installment…although it has little to do with how my room cleaning is progressing, I find it to be (for the moment) more entertaining. Unless you enjoy seeing piles of junk scattered everywhere, you big weirdo.