I was feeling nostalgic today, and found this post I wrote six years ago about a special letter I received once, years ago. I thought I’d share it with you again.
When I was 36, I moved from Minneapolis to Nashville for a relationship. I distinguish “moving for a relationship” from “moving for a man.”
It was a decision I made because it was what I wanted to do, and not because I was one of those women who would sacrifice anything for the man in her life. I’d made big moves before, so I knew what I was getting into. In fact, I was looking forward to the change and opportunities.
But overall I wasn’t content in Nashville. I broke up with that boyfriend a year after my move, and made only one true friend in the three years I was there.
Still, something special did happen, a seemingly small event, but one that lifted my spirits for years. I wish I could go back in time for this simple reason: to save that letter.
It was January,
a few months…
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This post gave me goosebumps when you first wrote it, and it still does now. The letter would be nice to have, but the memories of it are, I think, even nicer.
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That’s about the same thing Bruce said, so I’ll consider it a consensus 😊
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That gentleman certainly created wonderful feelings which you cherish to this day. Having that letter would be nice, but the memories generated by it are even better!
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You’re absolutely right. I think I feel a little guilty losing it as well, but that doesn’t take away from the memories.
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Timing is a funny thing. Glad you have the memories though!
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Thank you! So am I.
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